The drive is silent. Bella's watching me, and I'm trying to not crash my car and calm down. I know what I'm gonna say, I have the ring, the meadow's all set and we've got the blessing of both parental units.
I nod, blowing out a huff of air. My hands feel fucking horrible – all sweaty and sticky and clammy – as they grip the steering wheel. Any tighter and my knuckles would be killing me. They were already fucking white.
Bella's hand on my thigh calms me a little, but the fucker – no pun intended – below is thinking other things.
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See you later tonight.
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