I wanted luscious lips, you know, the ones no man can resist. I used a lip pencil and matte lipstick with a layer of lip gloss. As I scrutinized my work in the mirror, I decided my lips definitely appeared kissable.
Pleased with the results, I chose another sexy lacy bra to entice Caleb with later tonight. Then I contemplated whether to complete the ensemble with matching panties or go commando. I already had to wear pantyhose, although I decided to leave the restrictive Spanx at home, choosing comfort over the mirage of weighing ten pounds less than I really do. Panties seemed unnecessary this evening. Besides, I thought the idea of going without sounded rather sexy. Perhaps I’d even whisper in Caleb’s ear tonight with that tidbit of info. I wonder how he’d respond to that knowledge. Would it disgust him? Turn him on? There was only one way to find out.
I had just put on my black skirt and leopard print blouse when Caleb rang my doorbell. I slipped on my heels and ran for the door, tripping on the way and slamming my head on the wall. I sat there for a moment while stars flickered in my eyes. I shook it off, stumbled to my feet, then opened the door for Caleb. He stood there in a navy suit, his light brown hair newly cut, his blue eyes sparkling as the sun set behind him, and I threw myself into his arms, kissing him.
He pushed me inside and up against the wall where I had just hit my head, returning my kisses. All of a sudden, the stars returned and I felt a bit woozy. He must have kissed me good and proper to feel like this.
Then I fainted.
I’ve never fainted in my life, but I felt like I couldn’t stay awake anymore and the room started spinning and I had to close my eyes. The next thing I knew I was laying on the floor with my head in Caleb’s lap.
“Wow, Sara. That kiss was amazing, but something tells me that wasn’t what caused you to faint,” he said, sounding concerned. He brushed my hair off of my face, and I felt safe in his arms. I really did care for him. Maybe I even loved him.
“I hit my head on the wall right before you got here,” I confessed.
“You might have a concussion. We should go to the hospital to make sure you’re okay,” he advised.
“No, I can’t miss the wedding. I’m sure if it is a concussion, it’s only a mild one.”
“I don’t want to take the chance you’re seriously hurt,” he said as he kissed my hand.
“How about a compromise?”
He arched one of his eyebrows in puzzlement.
“I’ll call my doctor and if he says I have to go to the hospital, I will,” I promised, knowing full well my doctor wouldn’t advise me to go to the hospital.
“Deal,” he replied as he pulled out his cell phone.
I called my doctor and got his answering service. I was told if the doctor didn’t call me within a half an hour to call back.
“We might as well head out to the wedding. If he wants me to go the hospital, we’ll turn around. I don’t want to miss the ceremony if we don’t have to.”
Caleb helped me stand and put his arm around me for support. In that moment, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I also knew Caleb was one of the best of men.
I felt better as we drove to the wedding, although the bump on my head hurt when I touched it. My doctor called and he advised not to touch the bump if it hurt. He had always been a smart ass. He also informed me I didn’t need to go to the hospital unless I fainted again, felt nauseous, or started acting irrationally. I laughed since I always act irrationally and he supplemented he meant more than usual. Then he told me to follow-up with him in the morning.
Satisfied, I smirked at Caleb. “My doctor demanded we have a good time tonight.”
“How could we not with you looking so beautiful?”
I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, a smile on my face. “You’re looking pretty hot yourself.”
We got to the hotel just in time to watch Jill walk down the aisle in her Monique Lhuillier wedding gown. I had learned everything I never wanted to know about finding the right dress from Jill. She and her mother had flown to New York City and Los Angeles to shop for the perfect wedding gown because apparently, “one must purchase the dress directly from the designer’s own salon.”
Truthfully, the silk and satin princess dress looked beautiful on Jill, but I still don’t get why anyone would spend more than seven thousand dollars on clothing that could be worn only once. Not to mention, I’m sure Jill would appear just as beautiful in a seven hundred dollar gown, because as she walked down the steps to the man she would soon marry, she positively glowed.
Caleb and I sat near the back of the room his arm possessively draped around my shoulders, while I scanned the room for my friends and family. I immediately found my brother, Seth, sitting between his wife Emily and Missy. On Missy’s other side sat Goldman.