My Best-friend's Groom

Chapter 3~That Teeny Tiny Voice Of Conscience

Consciousness is slowly coming back to me and I started becoming aware of the steady hum of what seems to be a car. It's so soothing that I am almost lulled back to sleep. Then the events that happened earlier flashed to my mind's eye, effectively waking me up.

I jolted up into a sitting position, bumping my head in the process. As if that wasn't enough, I lost my balance and was thrown off the seat. Squeaking, I held my hands out to try to break my fall, but it didn't really do anything to keep me from falling head first into the car floor. The action did however succeed in making my right arm throb since it was the one that smacked the floor first.

"You really should try to be less impulsive sometimes", a male voice that is slowly becoming familiar said from behind me.

Resisting the urge to rub my head and hug my arm to me, I scrambled up into a sitting position and looked up at him with as much dignity as I can muster considering how ridiculous I probably look right now. Meanwhile he is sitting there rubbing his jaw as if witnessing his new wife falling down the car seat after just regaining consciousness and making an offhand comment about her impulsiveness is the most natural thing in the world.

Wife.

My God! I just made myself wife to this infuriating creature. Surely there is a way I can get out of this? Well, there must be. I will just have to plan on that later on. Right now, I have to deal with my husband.

Ugh! It's still so strange thinking that I have a husband. Imagine that, Alexis who can't even get a date is suddenly married. Who would've thou--

"Did losing your consciousness temporarily made you lose your tongue permanently?" He suddenly remarked dryly, interrupting my inner ramblings.

I opened my mouth to say something but he waved a dismissive hand and added in a matter-of-fact tone, "no, don't mind answering that. I for one would consider it a blessing if you wouldn't talk much."

I scowled at him. Why, the nerve of this man!

"Well, if you wanted me to talk less, then perhaps you should try to be less... less provocative."

He just looked at me for a while before looking out to the window and muttering, "you'll know when I'm being provocative."

My cheeks warmed as I realize how stupid and maybe a tad wrong my words must have sounded. I am grateful that he looked out the window so he wasn't able to see my embarrassment.

Without really meaning to, I found myself studying him. His raven black hair was carefully arranged and gelled for this occasion, with a few errant strands falling over his midnight blue eyes that are deeply set above his upturned nose. While his full lips are pursed in thought as he stare out the window broodingly.

Those same lips that felt so wonderful on mine earlier.

I hastily turned away to look up at the other window to hide my face that is surely quickly turning into pink. Damn it! I can't believe the direction of my thoughts. He may be my husband now, but I don't have any business getting myself attracted to him. That's only begging for heartbreak.

"Do you plan on sitting down there for the whole drive? "

I turned sharply to his direction. I started scowling, then thought better of it. Instead, I made a show of looking contented and settled comfortably on the car floor, crossing my legs under my knee-length skirt, and leaning back against the back of the driver's seat.

"Well, it is quite comfortable down here", I replied, giving him a sickly sweet smile.

"Suit yourself", he said, turning away from me and not giving me any more backward glance.