Breaking the Limits ✔

23. Until the Wedding is Over

"Jenny–"

A female voice coming from the door made me jump away from Blake's grip. I quickly turned around and found Samantha standing at the door, looking at me and Blake with a questioning look. But before I could say anything, the frown on her face disappeared, and she smiled at me.

"Things get a bit out of hand. And" —she glared at Blake— "it's your fault." She shifted her gaze to me again. "What are we going to do? Kick the boys out or we'll just leave?"

"No need," Blake cut in. "We're going soon."

I checked the time on my phone, still a bit groggy from the encounter I had with Blake. "It's nearing midnight. I guess it's time for the pajama party. Or Lea will be drinking too much and get a nasty headache in the morning."

"Alright. Let's drag her to the car," she said, shooting Blake another glare before turning around to fetch Lea.

When we went back inside, my best friend was singing a sappy song at the top of her lungs, nearly breaking the mic, while Garry was standing and leaning back to the bar counter, sending her distant kisses. They looked like two strangers flirting in a random bar.

A small jab hit my chest thinking about our end games. She dated Garry at around the same I started seeing Blake, but we ended up in different places now. One couple was now entering a matrimony life, while the other was already split into two and confused.

When we jumped in the limousine again, we head to our last stop: the old flat where Lea and I used to live. Samantha proposed to the tenants beforehand if we could rent their place for a night for the bride, with a generous offer, of course. The place brought too much nostalgia after all.

"Are we back at the resort?" Lea asked when she jumped out of the car, looking up at the tall building in front of us. "It looks a tad bit different."

"Even better," I said, wrapping my hand around her arm and escorting her to the fourth floor, where our old unit was. Luckily, they'd built an elevator this time, so that we didn't have to carry Lea through the stairs. I wondered how much my unit cost nowadays.

"Wait, wait," Lea said, glancing around our surroundings when we walked along the corridor to our unit. "I know this place! Oh, my god!" She squealed and looked at me with bright eyes. "Jen? Damn, girl! I can't believe you made this happen!"

"Sam did it for us, though."

Once inside, we roamed around the house. The main layout was still pretty much the same except for a huge study desk placed next to the kitchen window. Eating at the dining table was overrated nowadays, and the couch had become a one-stop solution. Still, I couldn't stop smiling as I strolled around the unit, reminiscing the good old days when I was still the naive and hopeful Jenny.

The pajama party didn't last long because everyone was tired and wasted, except me, because my mind was too sober thinking about what happened at Baley's entrance hall. Phoebe and Alexandria took my old room, while Samantha and Lea got Lea's old room. Garry's sister offered to switch so that I didn't have to sleep on the couch, but I refused. I had too many memories tied up to every corner of this place, and I didn't want to be shut inside a bedroom that wasn't even mine.

Lying down in the dark living room with the beaming light from a muted TV, my mind jumped back to Blake. I was so close to kissing him and would have done it if Samantha hadn't come to interrupt. I'd lost the battle.

He still gave me the shiver when his hands grip my waist. He still had me under his spell when our faces were so close, and his eyes were boring into mine. He was still capable of making my knees buckle and twisting my guts with needs. He was the person whom I threw away my rational mind for, and how did I end up in the same rabbit hole now?