Zack looked absolutely gorgeous in his grey suit.
My eyes greedily took in his perfect appearance.
“Why did you never go into modelling, Zack?”
“Oh I did, for the art department at Cambridge. It was a bit of extra money. I was a nude model!” he told me, grinning shyly.
“I bet the class was full of horny students, girls and boys!” I giggled as I licked my lips.
“Yes, it did used to get over-subscribed!” he told me, putting his head down and blushing.
He never bragged about how gorgeous he was. It was so endearing how he didn’t think he was. My mind pictured a younger version of him and my mouth started to water.
“I am getting wet at the thought of you spread out all naked and gorgeous like that!”
“I love to be spread out all naked for you, baby!”
“Likewise, anyway, we best go as I am getting the horn again, Mr Cole!”
The theme colour for the wedding was a deep crimson pink and it coordinated perfectly with his grey suit. Jack had sweetly asked him to be an usher and Zack had been really surprised and touched by the gesture.
“Zack, you will look great on the photographs,” Jack had told him, laughing.
My delicate flowered dress was perfect for the gorgeous weather.
Everything was going according to plan.
As the church was only a ten minute walk away, Zack and I walked hand in hand down the road like a pair of teenagers.
“I'm glad things worked out with, John,” he said, smiling at me.
“Me too, I just can’t believe that he knew all along. I still feel a bit shit about it but we have made our peace. He looks really happy and I am so pleased for him.”
“He loved you, Jennifer, so he set you free.”
“You have a wonderful way with words, Mr Cole. You always say the right things to make me feel better. Thank you.”
“I actually really like him. He would have made a great husband for you, Jennifer. John worships the ground that you walk on, just like I do, baby,” he said quietly as he looked at me.
I didn't know how to respond to that so I said nothing.
“We better make tracks or we will be late, Miss Black!” Zack laughed as we picked up the pace towards the village.
The church was literally bursting at the seams as the entire village seemed to be in attendance.
I looked around the church waving at people I knew. A few heads turned when I walked in with Zack. Some girls from school were nudging each other and blushing.
I found this really amusing.
Well, he was mine.
All mine.
Sort of!
I took a seat near Mum at the front of the church whilst Zack directed the guests at the rear.
Jack looked as nervous as hell in his grey morning suit. It was really warm in there which didn’t help.
John was also an usher and I watched him and Zack sharing some banter, laughing at some joke between them.
Their blossoming friendship was in stark contrast to the last time they met. They looked completely at ease with each other.
It was good to see.
As I sat there, surrounded by friends and family, I felt a warm glow enveloping me. I sneaked a look at Zack who had clearly taken charge at the back of the church.
He saw me and I felt that familiar charge between us. I smiled at him, thinking back to our morning wake up call.
Delicious!
The bridal march started to play loudly and we all rose from the uncomfortable pews. I was dying to have a look at the beautiful Chloe but I waited until she walked past the end of the pew.
She looked absolutely stunning. Her lovely blonde hair was piled on top of her head and softly curled.
Her dress was simple but stunningly beautiful. Chloe was a natural beauty and made a gorgeous couple with Jack. The contrast of very dark hair and blonde hair was striking.
It was like Zack and I only the other way round.
Chloe was smiling widely as everyone turned around to look at her. The whole church seemed to swell with love. I saw Jack turn around and his eyes grew wider when he saw her.
Zack ducked into the space next to me and we took our seats. He held my hand gently and smiled at me. The service was lovely and we all followed the bride and groom out of the church into the bright afternoon sunshine.
We posed for various photographs and more would be taken back at Mum and Dad’s. The newlyweds looked blissfully happy together and I was so pleased for them.
Most of the guests decided to walk to the reception at the farm as the sun was still shining brightly.
Zack and I walked along hand in hand.
I kept wondering if we would ever get married. I had never felt so intensely for someone before. It had floored me.
I knew I was just kidding myself thinking that we could have a future together. I had got swept away with the romance of the day.
When all the guests arrived at the marquee, the catering staff bustled around serving drinks and Zack and I started to get quite drunk but nice drunk. I was glad when the meal was served to soak up some of the alcohol.