“I liked you too much to kiss you.” He kisses the tip of my nose and electric currents shoot from where his lips touched my skin to my cheeks, making them burn red. After all these years, he can still make me blush. “I’d never kissed anyone, and I was scared you’d think I was a bad kisser.”

“I hadn’t kissed anyone either, so I wouldn’t have been able to tell.”

“Well, I didn’t know that at the time. It took me a while to work out the courage to finally kiss you.”

“Jake Wilder,” I pull him closer by the neck of his shirt, “I’m so glad you did.”

We kiss for a long time until Jake pulls back. “Did you find the dress?”

“Yes.” I beam. “And it’s wonderful, it’s…”

He places a finger on my lips. “Shhh. Don’t tell me anything, I want it to be a surprise.”

“Of course I’m not telling you anything. What about you? Did you sleep all day?”

“Not all day.” He pinches my nose affectionately. “When you and my mom came back, she made me drive her around town all afternoon. I didn’t know a wedding required so much work.”

“Oh Jake, your mom has been awesome. We couldn’t have done it without her. We should do something for her.”

“She just wants grandkids.”

“And what do you say about that?”

“That I can’t wait to start working on it.” He bites my earlobe, knowing it makes me lose my mind.

I push him back. “Mr. Wilder, I’m sorry, but we’re old-fashioned here. You’re not getting lucky until the honeymoon. Can you believe we’re finally going to Hawaii?”

“I can’t wait to be on a white sand beach with you. But for old times’ sake, we should take a trip to the cabin.” He bites me again. “To oversee the final details, obviously.”

“We’re not going near that cabin before our wedding day.” I stifle a yawn. “Besides, the place’s under disinfestation.”

“You’re falling asleep on me.” He gets up and offers me his hands to pull me up. “I’m taking you home.”

We walk back to the street. “Tomorrow I want to sleep all day,” I say.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.”

“Why?”

“Our friends have organized our bachelor and bachelorette parties tomorrow.”

“Oh, where are they taking you?”

“No idea.”

“Where are they taking me?”

“I know nothing.”

We stop outside my house. “Promise me you won’t wake up on a hotel roof in Vegas, not remembering anything that happened to you.”

Jake laughs. “That’s an easy promise to make. Honestly, it’s just going to be a fishing trip with beers and burgers afterward.”