Trust // KELLIC

Chapter 22

Vic was laying on the couch holding a book about weddings and I was on top of him, straddling him with my own magazine. Both of us were giving the books confused looks. We realized a couple of days after he proposed that we had no idea how to plan a wedding. It seemed so odd for the two of us because neither of us were really the type of people to really get into this sort of thing.

"So I'm thinking small," I said warily and looked down at him over the top of the magazine.

"Definitely small," he said, still with that cute, bewildered look on his face, "Just close friends and family I think."

"And definitely not in a church," I said.

"Oh please, we'd probably both burst into flames and get sent to hell if we entered a church," he joked.

"Oh right, I forgot I'm in love with the Anti-Christ," I said, poking my tongue out at him.

"I'd put that tongue back in my mouth if I were you, before I make you put it to good use," he said and smirked. He shifted around a bit and I could feel that he was a little turned on. I swear ever since we started having sex again he's just been turned on non-stop. Not that I can complain because I've been like that too a little bit.

"Behave," I said and looked back at the magazine, scanning over the pages. We were both silent for a while; me reading over mostly useless information about getting married, and Vic, well Vic was just looking at me. I sighed and closed the magazine, tossing it on the coffee table before looking at Vic.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him. He laced his fingers with mine and smiled cheekily.

"We should get you a wedding dress," he said, sounding completely serious. My jaw dropped.

"You cannot be serious," I said in a less than impressed tone.

"Oh I'm serious. Maybe even put some flowers in your hair. You'd look so pretty. I think white could definitely be your color," he teased. I was pretending to be angry about what he was saying even though I knew he was just playing around. I huffed and got off of him, letting go of his hands.

"Stop treating me like a girl," I pouted.

"You know I'm kidding. Come back here," he said and reached out for me, but didn't get up.

"Nope," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I want to kiss you," he said, sitting up. I took a couple of steps back and got an idea.

"You have to catch me first," I challenged. He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, you wanna play that game do you?" he asked, getting up. I shrugged and nodded before he took a step towards me and I turned around, running through the living room and out the glass door to the beach. I could hear him following and knew he wasn't running as fast as he could because he was faster than me usually. I kept running down the beach, slowing down a bit because I actually wanted him to catch me, and he did, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back a little before sending us both falling to the ground. I was on my back and he was on top of me so I couldn't get up. Both of us were laughing.

"That was easy," he said.

"Yeah because I let you catch me," I said.

"Sure you did," he said and leant down a little closer to me so his lips were just hovering over mine.

"I did," I told him, my eyes flickering down to his lips.

"Mhm," he mumbled before closing the gap. Like always, butterflies erupted in my stomach and my skin felt hot. It's ridiculous that even after three years I still get these feelings over something as simple as a kiss. I placed my hands around his neck, holding him in place as we kissed. The moment his hands started wandering though, I stopped him. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away a little.