An eighth-hour drive got them two hours early to Little Paris Chapel, so Lizzie and Leo wasted time in its parking lot, empty except for an abandoned truck that looked like it needed its own house number. The wedding was set at 11 PM, so Lizzie had enough time to reconsider her options.
Leo was on his phone, not typing. She wondered what he liked to read. Too much time. "I'm going to go change," she had an idea.
He kept his eyes closed, leaning against the headrest.
"You're gonna change your dress?" He turned his head like a cat, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. "Do I," he looked down over his clothes, "Need to dress up?"
Lizzie smiled, opening the car door, "You're fine. I just wanna change out of mine."
He still followed her to the trailer, "All the excitement of the morning had me sweating a lot," he said. "I'm gonna get cleaned up."
He spared no time taking off his shirt over his head as he walked, making Lizzie get busy into her closet, to avoid seeing too much, leading too far. At the end of his shuffling, she turned to see his back disappearing into the shower, and part of her curiosity was appeased: he had the same color all over, no sun had been involved. His upper back was covered in a tattoo that remained a mystery to her, as she remained focused elsewhere. At least, the flames were confirmed.
His head appeared somewhere high in the door frame he'd just left empty.
"There's room for you, too."
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Lazy Lizzie
Любовные романыLizzie is waiting for her ex to get out of prison, but she gets a surprise visitor instead: his former cellmate. Warning: language, mentions of past abusive behavior (including self-harm), description of scars, some sex on-page. It's one of my older...
