My Stupid Girl (57 page)

“
Mr.
and Mrs. Johnson, congratulations! We are so excited to have you staying with
us tonight.” The lady at the front desk started screaming her welcome, making
sure everyone in this half of the United States could hear her. She was
obviously excited to have honeymooners.

“
Thankyouverymuch.”
David said, with pained annoyance, doing everything but snapping at her to get
our key. I didn’t see what the big deal was. So people were looking at us. It
wasn’t like we looked bad - we looked amazing. We looked like two people who
had just gotten married, and were in love, and we looked young and happy. What
was the big deal?

David was probably thinking that this wasn’t
much better than walking in a parade with a million trombones howling behind
us, holding a giant banner that said “WE ARE ABOUT TO DO IT!” above our heads.

“
Ok,
Mr. Johnson, here is your key. Remember, the honeymoon suite gets complimentary
breakfast in bed. In addition, you can always use room service to deliver your
meals no matter what time of day.” She smiled gleefully at David, whose face
was so white I almost died from pure adorableness.

“
Or
night!” She placed the room key cards in his momentarily paralyzed hand,
beaming with joy.

“
Thank
you,” he mumbled, grabbed my hand, and raced to the elevator.

“
Are
you trying to get me to our room, or are you trying to get away from these
people?” I hissed in his ear when the elevator doors closed and we were alone.

“
Sorry,
I didn’t realize all of Montana would be here tonight!” he snapped, but his
shoulders relaxed, his face calmed, and he looked at me with those agonizingly
beautiful eyes of his. The doors opened and we stepped out onto the tenth
floor. David moved like a turtle, acting like he was carrying six suitcases
instead of the one little overnight bag we had packed. I tried very hard not to
run down the hall, slap the wall, run back to him, tag his hand and then run
back again. I’m sure at the speed he was going I could do a good ten laps
before he got to our room. Even in a beast of a wedding gown.

“
Would
you hurry up?!” I squealed, no longer able to contain myself.

“
Lucy,
I’m moving at normal speed, we just got out of the elevator.” He smirked at me.
That excited look finally lighting his eyes, and smoldering me into a stupor.

“
No,
I think you’re just a sloth," I said, jumping in my heels as we walked,
inch-by-inch down the hall.

“
Here,
room 419,” he said, staring at the numbers then turning his whole face to me.
It was white. He was freaking out.

I wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to
be worried, that this was going to be amazing and he needed to just stop
thinking about it and psyching himself out, but I didn’t have to.

He dropped our bag, put his arms around my
waist, and brought me against him. His strong hand cupped my face and he held
my eyes with his.

“
You’re
my wife, Lucy Johnson.” He spoke in that deep voice he got when he was trying
to hold back emotion.

I didn’t get a chance to answer because he
was kissing me. There was a new passion in his lips that I had never felt
before. It was strong and urgent. I put my hand on the door knob to try to open
it but whatever brain cells I once had were completely gone now, my hand just
simply fumbled around in the air. He chuckled as he pulled the card out of his
pocket and slid it through the key slot.

David, my husband, scooped me up in his arms.
He pushed the door open, swept into the suite, and then kicked the door closed
behind him, leaving our night bag out in the hall.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aurora Smith is a bombshell. She’s super
spiritual and never does anything wrong. Ever. She spends her free time
training her show-dog, Nicodemus (a Great Dane), to ice cupcakes while barking
along to the National Anthem. She lives in a mansion in Washington state (a
huge mansion). She has some kids and a spouse and they’re pretty cool.

You can find her on Facebook if you want
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