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Can’t fucking wait.

CHAPTER EIGHT

JENSEN

The way her hand feels wrapped around my arm.

Through my T-shirt, her soft palm radiates heat into my body as we walk the few paces down the short aisle.

She hasn’t looked at me once this morning, not even at breakfast, and by the way she loosely links her arm with mine, I can tell she’d rather be anywhere but here.

I expected nightmares of that fateful day in the chapel to come roaring back the moment I stepped under the flower archway. But Lauren hasn’t entered my head once. All I can think about is the stunning blonde right next to me.

“See, it’s not so bad,” I quip as we follow behind Zach and Luna.

“Your chance to walk with a princess,” she replies, deadpan.

I snicker. That nickname really got to her. I’m like a teenage boy constantly looking to get a rise out of her.

And I like it. I can’t help myself. Anything to get her attention, even if it’s for her icy heart to hate on me just a little bit more.

“Does that make me your prince?”

She scoffs. “It begins with a p, butprinceis definitely not the word I’d use to describe you.”

We reach the end of the walk, and she whips away from me at record speed.

“Perfect?” I muse. Her lips shake. “Is that a smile I see?”

“Prick. That would be more apt.”

I bark out a laugh. “Such a filthy mouth for royalty.”

The way her cheeks flush makes my cock twitch. That’s it, Katherine, flirt back; you know you want to.

“And wouldn’t you love to find out?” she pats me on the shoulder mockingly. “But unfortunately for you, that ship has sailed, long, loooong ago.”

I fight to hide my disappointment. I don’t know exactly what I want from this girl, but I do know it involves her being naked.

I’ve never wanted that more with any other woman in my life.

But with each second that passes, the realization gets stronger; just fucking her might not be enough.

“You gonna eat that?”Zach points to the untouched wing on my plate.

I hold it out to him as we sit on the swinging chair at the end of the long, manicured English garden. The rest of the group is a good fifty yards away, sitting around patio furniture, drinking wine and laughing.

He takes it and immediately starts chowing down.

“This is romantic,” I say, “You, me, the birds tweeting, you piling food into your face.”

Zach stops mid-bite and looks over at me, shrugging his shoulders. “What? I worked up an appetite, that’s all.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“Trying for a baby is hard work, man.” He throws me a wink. “I’ve had so much sex these past forty-eight hours, but when she’s at that time of the month, you gotta take advantage.”

“Nothing yet?”