[2022 Watty's Shortlist]
*OMT's SEQUEL*
Emmy and Brooks made it work One More Time. Sure, it was messy and not always sexy but that's what their love is about. It's low key unhealthy and high key relatable.
Dealing with Trix and Travis's wedding pl...
Peeps, it's me. Just here to let you know this Chapterish is a SNACK. One of my favorites so far. Love to hear your thoughts <3
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"So let's talk more about the Bahamas, please." I pretend to go formal, getting strictly down to business.
"Shoot," Brooks says. "You talk while I queue up actual music."
He grabs the phone from the table and starts sorting through playlists again, making fun of my selection.
"Where's the boat at? Are we island hopping? Sailing? Deets please." I toss another popcorn into my mouth.
"It's at Atlantis now. That lost city resort," Brooks explains.
"Sure," I nod.
Some reggae beat starts up and I laugh. "Really?"
"Getting in the island mood." Brooks smirks.
I roll my eyes.
"My dad is set up with some other resorts. Cays on the smaller island chains."
Literally these words mean nothing to me. I just wait, eyes bulging, waiting for more explanation.
"The Abacos, the Exumas. Like that. Wherever we want, I think." Brooks says, sheepish. "You want to make the itinerary? Seeing as we're sharing credit and all."
"Hell yes. I'll do all the research," I laugh.
"Deal."
We drink on it, both kissing the bottle and then each other.
"It's gonna be lit," Brooks say.
"For real. Plus gives me an excuse to see you shirtless for a whole week." I tease.
"Like you need an excuse."
"Ha." I roll my eyes.
"Guess we'll have to tell them next week. Or two weeks. When we're home for the Fitting." Brooks makes a face at the word.
The Fitting. Aka: Trix's word for the bridesmaids' and groomsmen's dress and tux selections.
We spend the next half hour talking about the Caribbean trip, finalizing the guest list and laughing at everything we say. 3 AM does that to you.
We take turns trying to throw popcorn into each other's mouths, picking the most old-school songs we can think of, and making up dance moves to match. Brooks spins me around and drops me into a back-breaking dip. Finally we both fall to the couch.
"Not a bad Valentine's Day after all," I say, giggling.
"I knew it would be perfect. You're here and that's all I needed," Brooks whispers, misty-eyed.
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