Demetri
I waited until we were on the highway and then grabbed Alyssa's hand. It seemed like we'd lived a thousand lifetimes together.
I mean, how many shitty things had we dealt with together over the last year? I wanted to marry her. I really did. I wanted to be with her forever.
Anyone â and I do mean anyone â in my position would be feeling the same thing.
After all, I went from drug-addicted, suicidal maniac to sober, group-counseling marriage material â all within the course of a year. It was fast, and I knew that.
Because marriage didn't just affect me, it affected her, and I'd be damned if I put her through heartache she didn't deserve.
âLyss,â I began, my voice cracking.
âDon't,â she whispered. âI just, I know you want to talk, Demetri, and I know we need to discuss things. I'm just not in the mood to fight, you know? Not after seeing such a beautiful ceremony.
âNot after experiencing what we did last night. Can we just⦠not talk?â
âI think that's the first time a girl's ever asked to make out with meâ¦â I joked.
Alyssa rolled her eyes, but I could see a small smile forming on her lips. She pressed them together and looked out the window.
âTrying to hide your amusement?â I grasped her chin and tilted her face towards mine.
âAss.â She sighed, lips trembling.
âCome on, you love this ass.â
Full-on laughter escaped her lips. âUgh, I hate how easy it is to forget when I'm hurt or angry or upset with you.â
âI don't ever want you to feel like you can't talk to me, Lyss, but honestly? I'm glad you don't stay upset for long. I'm not sure my heart could take it.
She sighed heavily. I waited for her to say something; instead, she kissed me lightly across the mouth. âKiss me, Demetri Daniels. Make me forget I'm upset with you.â
âMy pleasure,â I whispered against her pink lips.