by Pandora Pine
Presley crossed his fingers and took a deep breath. “Griff asked me about the destination wedding side of the business yesterday.”
Drake sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I’ve been so busy taking care of the guests and getting other ideas up and running that I haven’t had much of a chance to even think about weddings.”
“Well, fortunately for you, I have!” Presley wagged his eyebrows and kissed the side of Drake’s neck. He could feel his lover’s heart pounding through his lips.
“What have you been thinking?” Drake wore a curious smile.
“Let’s get married.” Presley was all smiles.
“What? Married?” Drake looked confused.
“What better way to jumpstart your destination wedding idea than with our own wedding? What we really need to get people interested in getting married here is pictures of an actual wedding. You know, the ceremony, flowers, the cake. We could pay actors to stand in, but personally, I think it would be better if the pictures were real.”
Drake shook his head as if to clear it. “Jesus, Pres, I don’t know what to say.”
“The usual answer in this situation is yes!” Pres waggled his eyebrows and reached into the picnic basket.
“Are you actually asking me to marry you?” Drake’s eyes rolled back in his head and he looked like he was about to faint.
Pres held out the gold wedding band he’d picked up yesterday from a jeweler in downtown Hyannis. “Each day with you is better than the last. The only way my life could get any better is with you as my husband. Marry me, Drake.”
Drake’s right hand fluttered to his heart. His mouth was hanging open while his eyes flitted back and forth between the ring and Presley’s smiling face. “When?”
“Still not the usual answer in this situation…” Pres rolled his eyes. He knew Drake was still in shock and would need a few minutes for his brain to catch up. “Fourth of July! We could celebrate our special day with a gorgeous wedding on this very beach.”
“Fourth of July! That’s two weeks away! We’d have to order the flowers, get fitted for tuxes, set the menu, send out invitations, pick a first dance song-”
Presley kissed Drake, not just to stop his mind from spinning, but to get him refocused on the question he still hadn’t answered. “Will you marry me, Drake?”
Drake nodded. “Of course I’ll marry you, Pres, but we’ve got to get moving on the plans. I’ll need to get a matching ring for you and we’ll need wedding favors and a DJ or a band. Then there’s our honeymoon…”
While Drake rambled on and on about the things they’d need to do to plan their dream wedding, Presley slipped the gold band onto his left hand and kissed his knuckles. He was going to marry the man of his dreams and not even the strongest riptide would ever be able to tear them apart.
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