Weathered Love

FAIRYTALE

***AUTHOR'S NOTE: The last portion of this chapter is meant for more mature audiences. Please read at your discretion. Thanks!***

"Well, that's all for today! I'll probably be really busy over the next two months, because of the wedding and the honeymoon!" I squealed into the camera. It had been a slightly bumpy road, but considering the horror stories I had heard from other brides, I definitely had an easy time of it. God was definitely making up for all the past horrors I had been through. Or at least, that's what I let myself believe. "I'll post when I can, if I can, but if there are no posts in the next two or three months, please know that I'm just busy with the insanity that is wedding planning and starting off my life as a newlywed! I hope you've all enjoyed the videos I've posted and I'll add what I can in the coming months. Until then, ta ta!" I signed off.

Andrew turned off the camera and I joined him behind the lens before I took off my mask. "Why do you still wear the mask? Just reveal that beautiful face," Andrew insisted. "I think it's cruel and unusual punishment to keep that loveliness away from the public," he continued.

"You're just saying that because you're wearing rose-colored glasses," I pointed out.

"I'm saying it because it's true," Andrew insisted, standing up and pulling me into him before I had an opportunity to object. We kissed for what felt like the umpteenth time that year, but every time felt just as magical and unsure and thrilling as the first kiss we had on that amphitheater stage. But this time, it was familiar. Comforting. And wonderful on a whole different level.

"Come on," I finally panted after we reluctantly cut short our passion. We both wanted to express more than kisses. But we were both insistent on keeping our purity until our wedding night. We had promised it to each other, even if no one else knew about it. Andrew sighed, and I wasn't sure if it was because he understood my comment to refer to our discussion about the channel or to our final and complete submission to our carnal desires.

"You know I wear it because that's the gimmick. I do take off the mask every now and then," I pointed out, trying to distract both of us from our raging hormones. I then broke our embrace and checked the video to see how much editing I'd have to do before uploading. Andrew cleared out the equipment as I fiddled with the laptop a little bit, finally deciding to finish the editing process at home.

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I was awoken with a start. I felt many hands pull me out of bed and tried to speak, only to figure out that I had been gagged. I panicked internally, then heard some familiar giggles. "Let me go," I tried to yell through the cloth stuffed into my mouth. "Come on," I continued to plead. I then felt myself being shoved into the backseat of a car. I tried to struggle out of the restraints. I hated not having full control of all my faculties.

"Oh, calm down, we're not going to hurt you," I heard Mackenzie's voice assure me. My blindfold was suddenly taken off, as well as my gag and restraints.

"Happy bachelorette party!" Ella exclaimed.

"Not funny," I breathed, relieved I could finally take real breaths. "How long is this party? And you realize I'm still in my pajamas," I pointed out. At least they decided to take me while Andrew was taking his bar exam so that I'd be distracted from his lack of communication with me.

"Party pooper," Karen stated from the passenger's seat. "Don't worry, everything's been taken care of," she smiled.

I took a few more deep breaths so I could refill my lungs. The drive was long, but I figured out where we were going as soon as we crossed the border into New Jersey. I smirked, happy I'd finally be able to experience Atlantic City to the fullest.