The Wedding In Miami

I'm sure

"Is that a problem?" I asked while sipping my coke. 

"I don't know, you tell me," she leaned in tauntingly, pulling away before my lips met hers halfway. 

"Are you just gonna tease me all night?" I asked while leaning my head back, suppressing a groan. 

"Yup," she replied nonchalantly. 

"Why?" I whined. 

"You have to earn my kisses, Heartwell," she scoffed. 

"Okay, Roberts. As you wish," I sighed as we finished up our food and began heading back to the hotel. 

"So, did you have fun?" I asked while we walked into the elevator. 

"Yes, but only because you actually let me use the sunroof this time," she shrugged. 

I laughed, shaking my head as the elevator slowly moved up, stopping at a floor in between. The doors opened and Liam and Rachel walked in. Cue the awkward silence. I thought I'd take advantage of the fact that she wouldn't be able to protest and I grabbed her hand, holding it in mine. 

She tried pulling it away but I had a firm grip. I smiled down at her while she turned her head, trying not to smile at me. The doors opened and we all stepped out, them going left and us going right. 

I was surprised when she didn't pull her hand out of mine, but instead, rocked them back and forth as we walked to our rooms. She leaned against her door while I stood in front of her. I raised my eyebrows at her in anticipation. She grabbed my shirt and pulled my lips down to hers, not breaking the kiss as she opened the door behind her back and led us inside. 

I smiled into the kiss while she continued walking backward till she hit a wall. We pulled away to catch a breath before kissing each other again. It was heated and fast, almost desperate on both our accounts. 

My shirt was in her fists while she tugged at it before I pulled it off, breaking contact momentarily. I had her pinned against the wall while we were both making out, breathing heavy and trying to keep it down. Eventually, we made it to the bed, our hearts racing. 

She broke away moments later to catch her breath before pulling her shirt over her head and pulling my lips back down to hers. I chuckled slightly while pulling away, taking my time to take her in her sight. I was half expecting her to pull the covers up or pull her shirt back on but she just stayed still. 

"Are you sure?" I asked. If we're doing what I think we're doing then I need to know that she's willing, ready, and genuinely wants it. Her consent is most important here. 

She nodded. 

"Are you sure, Emma? Have you thought about it?" I asked again. 

"I'm sure," she nodded again. 

"Okay," I couldn't help but smile while kissing her again. I pulled away to ask her again but she talked before I could. 

"I'm sure," she laughed. 

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I woke up the next morning to her still asleep beside me, wrapped up in the sheets, holding onto my arm that was draped around her waist. She shuffled and turned to face me, her eyes still closed so she was still asleep. I smiled to myself like an idiot while staring at her before lifting my arm and tracing her ear, tucking her hair behind it. 

"Creep," she mumbled before opening her eyes. 

I laughed while hiding my face in the pillow, a little embarrassed that she caught me staring even though this has happened many times before. "Morning," I smiled while looking at her. 

"Morning," she sighed while lying on her stomach, hugging her pillow, tucking her hands under it. I leaned in and kissed the side of her head before kissing her shoulder a couple times. "What time is it?" she asked sleepily. 

"Almost ten, I think," I replied. 

"Are we going anywhere today?" she asked while turning on her side, throwing her leg over mine. 

"I don't think so, but the reception dinner is tonight and then at four am we fly back out," I said while twirling a strand of her hair behind my ear. 

"Why are we flying so early in the morning when we could be flying whenever we wanted?" she whined. 

"I don't know," I chuckled. 

We just lay there and stared at each other for a long time before she sighed and snapped both of us out of it. "Give me your shirt," she held her hand out. 

"Why?" I pouted. 

"So I'm not naked," she scoffed. 

"I wouldn't mind," I smirked. 

She threw a pillow at my face before reaching over me and grabbing my shirt, slipping it on before she sat and got out of bed. 

"Hey! You have underwear on, you're not naked," I pointed out. 

"Same difference," she rolled her eyes while going into the bathroom as she tied her hair up in a bun. 

"What are you doing?" I asked when she came back out to her suitcase before grabbing her waist and pulling her down. 

"What am I doing?" she chuckled. 

"I didn't get a kiss," I complained. She laughed before leaning down and pressing her lips to mine. "Do you wanna talk about last night?" I asked after we broke away. 

"No," she chuckled while shaking her head, blushing. 

"Why? I had fun, let's do it again," I poked her stomach. 

"Nick," she laughed while turning away. 

"You wanna be shy now?" I taunted her further. 

"Please, just shut up," she laughed while standing back up and grabbing her clothes. 

"Where are you going?" I pouted. 

"To take a bubble bath," she sighed while standing up and turning to face me. 

"Can I join?" I smirked. 

"Yeah," she shrugged. 

"Funny," I said while rolling my eyes, knowing she was kidding. 

She went into the bathroom and turned the water on before sticking her head back out. 

"I'm not kidding."

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Chapter forty-one

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