Weeks and months passed, the bliss stayed and never seemed to dull. The room that was originally supposed to be mine —Rosalie's, now only served the purpose of housing my clothes and stuff we didn't have any other place for.

Sapphire was still dancing, although she had cut her hours significantly. Even though I knew she was only dancing on stage and she didn't do any private sessions anymore, the caveman in me enjoyed the fact that I had her more to myself now. Bella was exploring her other talents even more, taking more pictures than ever and truly unfolding her style. People were loving her work, and I too was mesmerized every time I spotted her editing something new.

Life was good and for the first time in ages, I felt like myself.

I felt happy.

Content.

Work was busy again, and life in general seemed to fly by at a rapid pace because in the blink of an eye, Rose and Emmett's wedding was coming up. The morning of the wedding, Bella was frantically moving through the apartment with clothes and coffee and hair tools whilst I enjoyed my cup of coffee on the couch.

She passed me, wearing the most sinful pair of underwear and matching, strapless bra. Rosalie insisted on making Bella choose her own dress, since Rose hated the fact that brides always make their bridesmaids or maid of honors wear the most hideous of ensembles.

My girl did not disappoint, at all. When I finished getting dressed in the suit Alice dropped off for me —sapphire with crisp white shirt and a matching blue tie, Bella emerged from the bathroom wearing the dress she picked out. She was absolutely obsessed with me not finding out before we left, which was pretty funny to me. The dress was shorter in the front than it was in the back, a see-through lace design on top of a black glittery fabric. As my eyes went up along her legs and body, the bodice was skin tight and did incredible things to her breasts. I was positively drooling when my eyes met hers and I took in the dark makeup she hadn't worn in a while.

"Whoa," I managed to breathe out. Bella smiled at me, slyly and rolled her eyes at me.

"No, you look fucking handsome." She said and trailed a finger up my chest along the softness of the tie.

"If you touch me any more than this, I'm not sure we can ever make it to the venue." I grinned.

We haven't had the guts to keep our hands off each other ever since that first night. I couldn't help myself, and it seemed like it was the same for Bella. We were always touching, too. Holding hands while walking, Bella snaking a hand on my bicep when we sat next to each other with friends… It was honestly scaring me a little with how well everything was going.

"I'll be good. Now go and let me put on my shoes."

I arched a brow when I saw Bella reach for a shoebox I hadn't seen before.

"What are those? "

Bella's eyes gleamed with mischief when she opened up the lid of the shoebox.

"Rose made me promise: no boots. So these are not boots." Bella said, matter-of-factly.

I grinned when she pulled out the dark blue, satin pair of high-top converse out of their little confinement.

My girl would not wear heels.

My girl would never wear heels.

" They're really nice, though." I remarked.

"You do too, Good Guy, " she smirked.