(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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A/N: If you're wondering, the video above is just me and Johann making an ass of ourselves lol. Kinda funny to watch if you like memes. You really don't need to know anything about anime haha.
Also, I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT TO GET 6969 FOLLOWERS ON INSTAGRAM. I'M BEGGING Y'ALL IT IS MY LIFE GOAL. I'll spare the dog. haha.
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"Marigold, it's time," I whisper.
"Five more minutes," my wife mumbles back.
"It's been five more minutes for the last hour now, Marigold."
Marigold proceeds to mutter incoherent excuses against my chest and I can't help but pressing her closer against me. It's so tempting to stay as we are. Warm under the maroon cover of the bed with the morning breeze lazily floating inside thanks to the glass wall opposite us still retracted. The spruce forest outside soothes us with its familiar smell and the birds chirp their greetings. I want to hold on to Marigold like this, naked and cozy, for the rest of the day, but... It's Sunday and we have a plane to catch.
"Come now, Marigold. Or I'll have to force you in other ways," I tease as I finally build the courage to let go and get up.
I walk over to the open wall, naked, and stretch my limbs. I can't believe we'll have to leave this island in a bit. It's just too...
"The view is breathtaking," Marigold says.
I turn around, "Yeah it's-" I stop when I see Marigold's wicked little smile and realize what she's referring to. "Why you..." I say and go to pounce my wife.
Marigold giggles and protests as I lay kisses on every inch of her skin. She tries covering up with the blanket, but I quickly keep her tiny hands in place with a strong grip. I trail those kisses up her neck, to her lips where I deepen the kiss. I still feel like all this is some sort of dream I'm yet to wake up from.
I let go once more and lock eyes with Marigold. "We really should be going," I tell her.
"I know," Marigold sulks.
"Come," I say, and help my wife out of bed.
We take a scorching shower together before getting dressed. Wanting to be comfortable for the flight, I pick stone-colored chinos and a black shirt, rolling up the sleeves and keeping the top two buttons unbuttoned. Being left with what Nessa packed for her, Marigold goes for a floral cami dress and expensive high heels.
