More Than Enough

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and then kissed my forehead. “ You’re perfect Mace. I know you’re mine and I’m yours. I swear I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Nolan. Hands down, it’s going to be the best day of my life.”
    Butterflies began swarming again in my stomach. All I could do was wear the ridiculously big grin on my face. I leaned into him to kiss him rather forcefully. A little too forceful, the chair went crashing backwards with us in it. Luke laughed as he grabbed the back of his head. I threw my hand over my mouth in shock. I can’t believe that just happened. Both of us were laughing, but neither bothered to try to move. Those green eyes were mesmerizing me like always. My hair was falling towards his face and he lay there letting it rest around his frame. I leaned down and kissed him. He began kissing me back, running his hands through my hair and then down my back. Holy moly this was hot. I fumbled with the hem of his shirt trying to raise it up and I was almost there until he let out a painful groan.
    “What’s wrong baby?”
    “The back of the chair is digging into my back.”
    I jumped off him and helped him up. “Ohmigod I’m so sorry!” I began laughing. He picked the brown kitchen chair up off the floor and slid it back under the table. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes and mine met him with the same look.
    We stood there testing one another with our looks. After a minute of our sexy stare down I let out a fake yawn. “I’m so tired; I’m going to lie down. Don’t turn the TV too loud you hear?”
    I grinned and turned to walk towards the room and before I could take my second step. Luke ran up behind me scooping me up in his arms. He was so fast I barely had time to take a breath. He went in the room, shut the door, tossed me on the bed then jumped on top of me.

 
     
    Chapter 7
    The past two weeks were more than I ever imagined they would be. I went by Halley and Marcus’ a few days ago to try my dress on one more time and then we had to go shoe shopping. The dress was pink like the flow ers. It was a halter dress and it hugged all my curves just the way it should. Halley suggested silver shoes so we had to go to about five different stores before we found the perfect pair. Most of the ones I liked, she hated and vice versa. It was a shopping disaster. Oh she has no idea the hell I plan to put her through when I begin to plan my wedding.
    Luke had been busy at work which was a good thing. In a way I hated it because I had gotten used to him being home when I was. He made up for it though, trust me. He always came h ome with either candy or flowers, red roses to be exact. Most times, he carried me straight to the bedroom which honestly I didn’t mind one bit. Ahhh. He made me a bigger hot mess than I already was.
    Halley’s bachelorette party was tomorrow night. I was pretty excited. We haven’t been out together by ourselves in I don’t know how long. After the break up with Trevor, I didn’t do much of anything but sit and home and cry or drink. She really did try to be there for me but she could only do so much until she just let me be. She did a lot with Marcus so we just never could find that alone time.
    I won’t lie, I am extremely nervous about the wedding but that’s why there is liquor before and after. I can drown myself into oblivion and still be able to walk down the aisle like a pro. My nerves will be calm and at the end of the night I will be with Luke, where I am supposed to be.
    Luke was at work so and the house needed cleaning. This is not how I want to spend my day, but it needs to be done. I don’t remember the last time I dusted or even swept, is that bad? I let out a small groan and decided it was time to get to work. I plugged the iPod into the dock and turned the volume up. The feather duster was in my hand and I swiftly began dusting in the living room and wiping everything down with Pledge. After vacuuming and spraying the furniture with Febreeze, I smiled at the progress

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