Please, don't try to fix me. - Book 2.

5.

Scott's POV.

I'm a little bit worried about Mitch. We're going to marry each other in 3 days, but he's so scared that Henry will find him again. He's supposed to look forward to the wedding, instead of being scared.

Don't get me wrong, I would be scared as fuck in his place too. It's just, he deserves to relax and not to be scared.

We stalled out all the jewelry when we got home.

"I can't believe I've spent almost $1000 on you." I laughed.

"Well, you've gotta treat your Queen right..." Mitch sassed.

"You weren't this sassy when I first met you." I teased.

"I'm born sassy." Mitch smiled.

I pulled him to my chest and held him.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Pretty sure." Mitch answered.

I looked into his eyes before kissing him softly.

"I still can't believe I am going to marry you." Mitch murmured against my lips.

"I am the luckiest man ever!" I murmured back.

I pulled back and held his hand.

"Baby? Are you still scared of Henry?" I asked.

Mitch shrugged.

"Maybe. Is that weird?" Mitch said.

"No. No, baby. Not at all. I'm just worried about you." I said.

"Worried? Why?" Mitch asked.

"Well, we're going to marry each other in 3 days and you're supposed to be happy. Not scared." I explained.

"Oh, believe me. I am happy. So happy that I get to call you my husband soon." Mitch smiled.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, he looked up and smiled at me.

"I can't wait for our honeymoon either." I said with a wink.

Mitch looked at me with a longing gaze.

"Why don't we practice for our honeymoon? What do you think?" Mitch said seductively.

I gulped as I felt his hips pushing softly against mine.

"Here?" I asked.

"Why not?" Mitch smiled.

I kissed him sweetly.

"We could..." I whispered.

The phone rang.

Mitch rolled with his eyes.

"It's the same old thing again. Everytime we want to fuck, something's interrupting us." Mitch sighed.

"It's a good thing we gotta spend the rest of our life together then. Plenty of time for hot fucks." I chuckled.

I walked to the kitchen and picked up the phone.

I walked back to Mitch after the phonecall.

"Who had the guts to interrupt us?" Mitch asked.

"The flowerstore. They're almost done. They wanted to tell us that." I said.

"They are going to deliver it tomorrow, right? Do they have the address of the location?" Mitch stressed.

"Honey, they're professionals. Of course they know. Where were we?" I said as I pecked Mitch's lips.

"Fine. I'm gonna scream if we get interrupted again." Mitch sassed.

"No worries, m'lady." I joked, earning an eyeroll from Mitch.

I laughed and I drew him closer to kiss him passionately.

-

"The jewels are all over the floor." Mitch complained.

"Not my fault. You were the one who wanted to do it here." I chuckled.

I put on my pants and handed Mitch his shirt.

"It was good." Mitch said.

I kissed his forehead.

"As always." I smiled.

Mitch smiled back at me.

"It reliefs the weddingstress too." Mitch giggled.

"If it were for that, we would've sex 20 times a day." I laughed.

"It's that stressful yes, but I wouldn't survive 20 times a day." Mitch said.

"You wouldn't be able to walk for 2 weeks." I said.

"Indeed. I would have to order you around then." Mitch smirked.

"Umm, we'll keep it at 4 times a week then. Much better and you are still able to walk. With a limp maybe..." I said.

"A limp isn't too bad." Mitch smiled.

"I know." I laughed.

"How would you know? You're a top." Mitch said.

"Hey! I've had my experimenting too." I said.

"Do tell!" Mitch squealed.

"Later. We need to clean this up." I said as I winked at Mitch.

Mitch nodded.

"You owe me that story." Mitch whispered.

"I know." I whispered back.

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