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Lucas' POV

I felt bad for popping the question on her so suddenly, but after the initial shock wore off Riley was quick to say yes. I guess both of us knew that this step was going to have to come eventually seeing that in a little more than two weeks we will legally be husband and wife. Huh, wife? I'm starting to like the sound of that, especially when it concerns my best friend. Not getting in trouble for my escapades anymore, because they won't be happening, sounds pretty good, and the husband sends out a signal to ladies that they can't flirt with me anymore to get what they want. I'm off the market. Well at least the sane ones will understand that.

And the more time I spend with Riley the more I'm looking forward to spending the next few years with her. Waking up to that beautiful face for the upcoming future, spending all my time outside of work with her, planning fun movie nights on a whim with her. Things I didn't realize I wanted in my life.

I can't deny the attraction that I have towards her. She's drop dead gorgeous but even without her looks she would catch my attention. She is one the kindest people I've ever met. Sure, we might've started out on the wrong foot, but that was mostly due to my disposition towards her and this whole situation than her own character. So, yes there is attraction there. Would I love to kiss her and act on the desire I feel when I see her all dressed up? Of course. Will I act on it though? No. Our situation is complicated enough without bringing actual feelings or intimacy into the equation. I would like to continue to have my best friend after this, but does it stop me from thinking about it. Absolutely not.

Riley's POV

"Nope. This isn't happening. I won't allow it."

I roll my eyes and continue to pack my things into boxes, "Dad, it's not that big of a deal. I'm just moving in with Lucas. Did you really think that we were going to live in two different apartments once we were married?"

"Honestly, yes! You're fake marrying him therefore everything is fake. Your relationship, your home life, blah blah blah. You're not moving in with that old man."

"Dad, this is ridiculous. I'm an adult who is getting married and I'm merely moving in with my future husband."

"Don't mention that word around me."

"It's not a curse word Dad. Lucas will be my HUSBAND… and he is not an old man. He's only a year older than me."

"Yes, he's a year older than you but he looks like he's 30. He's practically geriatric and you are still 13, ergo you cannot live with him. I'm not letting that defile my little girl."

"Dad!"

"Cory give it a rest and let her continue to pack," Mom chimes in. "Hi, honey, how's it going? Can I help with anything?" She asks coming over to me and giving me a hug.

"If you wouldn't mind packing up my coffee mugs that would be great. I don't know what to do with a lot of this stuff. I obviously don't need to bring my furniture or dishes, but I don't want to just get rid of them. Ideally I'd like to keep them so I have things after the agreement has ended."

"Why don't we get a storage unit for you and we can keep that stuff there until afterwards? Oh for God's sakes, Cory stop sulking in the corner and come over here to help."

By the end of the day I have everything that I'm taking over to Lucas' packed up and ready to go. Lucas is bringing over his truck soon and we are going to start loading things into his apartment. We've been texting throughout the day and he's been just as busy as I've been cleaning out room in his apartment for my things to go. The majority of the things left to pack in my apartment are things I plan to put in storage, but Lucas said we will come by sometime to bring everything to storage before my lease ends. Speaking of Lucas just pulled up to my apartment. He gets out of his truck right as Mom and Dad come out of the building holding the first of the boxes to load in the truck.

"You." Dad stares at Lucas with fire in his eyes and before I can blink he's dropped the box he was holding to chase Lucas off down the street. Good thing it was filled with my clothes.

"Dad!" "Cory, stop!" Lucas outruns him and Dad comes sauntering back a few moments later panting and looking defeated.

"He's fast for an old man."

Thirty minutes later all my boxes are securely placed in Lucas' truck and we are on our way back to his, well now our apartment. Of course, this all occurred after Mom had to basically restrain Dad as we were pulling away. He'll get used to it… eventually… hopefully before the wedding.

I don't know why I expected any different but when we got there I realized that Lucas' wasn't an apartment. It was a penthouse. We always had our movie sleepovers at my apartment, so I had never seen his before. It was beautiful. Yes it was modern, but it wasn't the stark white that many New York City penthouses are nowadays.

After bringing my boxes in we decided to call it a night. I dug around in my bag, that I packed the essentials and some clothes in for the next few days while I unpacked, for my pjs and my toothbrush before heading into the bathroom to change. When I got out I was met with the sight of Lucas, shirtless in just a pair of boxer shorts. Damn. Even with all the desserts of mine he's eaten you wouldn't be able to tell. He looks like he was cut out of stone.

His voice breaks me out of my trance, "The guest room is down the hall or you can stay with me if you want. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable. I don't mind either way."

His stumbling over words makes me smile. "I'll stay with you if that's alright. We're going to be a married couple soon and it's what people will expect of us when we stay somewhere or if someone comes over it might be odd for me to be sleeping in a different room so why not just get used to it now."

He leads me down the hall and we enter a huge master room with a four-poster bed, a bathroom attached, and a walk-in closet on the side. We get into bed and Lucas turns off the lights, shrouding us in darkness. Not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous. It's been a while since I've shared a bed with someone. I lie awake staring at the ceiling in the darkness for a while.

"Riley?"

"Yeah, Lucas?"

"I'm glad you're in this with me."

"Me too." And with that I fall asleep knowing that at the end of all of this, the man lying next to me in bed, the man I will be marrying in roughly two weeks, he has my back in this… and I've got his.

2 weeks and 4 days till the wedding.