His Waitress

Chapter 4

*****Bryce's POV*****

~She can't sing~

~She can't dance~

~but who cares~

~she walks like Rihanna.~

I sang in my thought. I don't know if she can sing or dance but really, she walks like a beauty queen. She's the prettiest bride I've ever seen. She can be a model of wedding gowns.

She's beside me and I can smell her. She smells like chocolate and mint. God, what's happening to me?

The priest was talking and it seems like I'm standing here with a zombie, a pretty zombie. I wanna nudged her because it seems like she's spacing out.

There is only one thing I'm looking forward to this wedding and that is the line when the priest said "You may now kiss the bride." When the priest said that line, I did what a groom should do, I got her veil and put it over her back and kissed her. There's no way she can avoid my kiss. There's no way I'm only gonna kiss her cheeks but her lips. I kissed her and I know she was shocked. There's no doubt I'm a good kisser. All the girls I've been said I'm the best kisser they ever had and I know they are longing for it. Jessica would be wanting my kisses every single day.

I pulled from the kiss and I can see she was shocked so I gave her a smile and she smiled back.

"Gays does really know how to kiss." She said as we were eating our cake. See? She likes my kiss. Who's the best kisser? Well, it's me.

"I'll teach you how to do it. Everyday." I squealed and she just laughed. I really need to act as a gay when I'm with here. This is so hard.

"No, thank you. I can kiss way better than you." She smugly answered.

"So, why didn't you kiss me back?" I retorted.

"I did kissed you." Jessica blushed.

"No, you didn't." She didn't kiss me. Her lips was close. It didn't move even just a teeny tiny bit.

She just cupped my cheeks and kissed me. Damn. That was perfect. I think I'll be the one who'll be wanting her kisses everyday.

"See?" She smiled at me and the people who I don't know are clinking their glasses and kept on saying "kiss". She cupped my face again and kissed me and I kissed her back. This should not happen. I must act like a gay.

"Ewe." I said and grimaced.

"Ewe? You kissed me back." She teased me and pecked on my lips. When will she stop? I liked it, but too much of her kisses, I don't know anymore.

"Just not to put you into shame." I said and she just smiled. I hope that worked.

"So, what's the feeling of a gay?" She asked.

"Well, obviously disgusted by your kisses." I gave her the most disgusted look and she kissed me again. God, if she's not going to stop, I'll have my own honeymoon with her whether she likes it or not.

"Will you stop it? You're gonna give me cooties." I said and she pouted. I looked at her pouted lips. I wanna kiss that again and again.

"You like my lips?" She asked.

~Why did I have to looked at it?~

~Well, duh. It looks so kissable. No, not looks so kissable but it was really kissable.~

~God, what's happening to me?~

~Be cool, Merrick.~

"Yeah, Jessie. I'll kill for that lips." I said it in a very high pitched tone and she giggled.