It wasn’t like it was a real marriage.
But still, it was legal.
And luckily, no one would ever be the wiser.
Like my dad.
Oh, man.
If he ever found out—heads would roll.
Starting with mine.
Trey chuckled, and put his arm around me.
Holy cow.
That felt really nice.
“I guess we didn’t get a whole lot of sleep the last two days,” he whispered into my ear.
His warm breath washed down my neck, and gave me the shivers.
“Nope,” I said, and tried to move closer to the door.
He wouldn’t let me go, though.
“Aww, sweetheart, don’t break the spell yet. Kiss me one more time before we get back to the real world?”
The goofy smile on his face made me snort. I shook my head and covered his face with my hand.
“It’s never just one more kiss with you.” I tried to shove his head back, but I was no match for his size or strength.
He grabbed my hand off his face and leaned in. “One more kiss, I promise I’ll behave.”
“That would be a first,” I muttered as his lips gently grazed mine.
He laughed and licked my bottom lip. “Admit it, Mrs. Turner,” he said, planting a delicious kiss on me, “you like it when I misbehave.”
Holy cow.
Whenever he called me “Mrs. Turner,” I swear everything in my brain lit up like a Christmas tree.
I loved the sound of it.
Even though it was only true on paper—I still reveled in how it flowed off Trey’s tongue.
“I know,” I replied to him—clearly losing my battle to stay away.
Trey Turner, my hockey star crush for as long as I could remember, wanted to kiss me.
Me.
Lexi Hunter.
Little Miss Nobody, from Alberta, Canada.
He could have danced with anyone in that club.