Chapter 3

The next morning, I was woken up by my phone blaring.

I looked down and realized Sienna was lying right next to me, her hand resting softly on my chest.

What happened last night?

I held my pounding, hungover head and tried to piece together my memories.

But no matter how hard I tried, I could only recall fragments.

I only remembered bringing her home, pinning her against the door, and holding her tightly.

She had asked me, "Aren't we supposed to have a drink first?"

And I think I replied, "You are my drink. Let me take a sip first."

After that, everything was a blur.

The phone was still ringing. I squinted and pressed answer.

Chloe's demanding voice immediately blasted through the receiver.

"Pick me up in thirty minutes. I want to go shopping."

I instantly woke up. I glanced at Sienna next to me and lowered my voice. "What does your shopping have to do with me? Stop calling and annoying me!"

As I spoke, Sienna stirred, letting out a soft, sleepy whimper, seemingly annoyed by the noise.

Even though it was just a quick, quiet sound, Chloe caught it. Her voice instantly went up an octave.

"Ethan! Where are you?! Is there a woman with you?!"

"None of your business!"

I snapped, hung up the phone, and turned it completely off.

Then, I pulled Sienna back into my arms and happily went back to sleep.

I didn't wake up again until noon.

When I opened my eyes, the space beside me was empty.

I sat up, shaking my head.

Thinking back to last night, it felt like a dream.

Only the slight ache in my lower back reminded me that it was very, very real.

Walking out of the bedroom, I saw Sienna sitting in the living room.

She was wearing one of my oversized white t-shirts, showcasing her long, gorgeous legs.

My brain short-circuited, and I blurted out, "Did you bring your ID?"

She turned to look at me, a hint of confusion on her face.

I walked over, leaning down to wrap my arms around her waist, breathing in the scent of her hair.

Sienna's eyes widened slightly, her beautiful, clear gaze shimmering.

I whispered in her ear, "I'm taking you to City Hall to sign some papers. The kind that lets you drink at my house for the rest of your life."

At this moment, I was completely sober.

I could hear my own heartbeat.

It was louder and faster than ever before.

An hour later.

I walked out of City Hall, holding Sienna's hand in one of mine, and our official marriage certificate in the other.

"It's official. You're legally mine."

Sienna looked at me and smiled beautifully.

"Getting swept off my feet like this feels a little too easy. What about our wedding?"

I couldn't help but laugh, pulling her head gently against my chest.

"Don't worry. I'll give you the wedding of your dreams."