Heart beating fast, feet can't run fast, legs barely supporting my weight, arms holding the sheets for dear life I somehow managed to get myself to the washroom without tripping in front of him. Him, my fiancé, my first lover, and most definitely the last.
Closing the door behind me, I made sure to lock it. I could hear him chuckle and I couldn't help but groan, slamming my forehead against the door silently. Why did I have to run? It was the best day of my life and I am not just talking about the steamy action we went through under the sheets, I meant the way he proposed, bringing me to stay at the resort in harry potter world and agreeing to have a tour of the parks with me.
Can my life be any more blessed?
