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I’m happy for you boys, but don’t you think it’s a little soon, all things considered?

HARLOW YOUNG, YOU BETTER CALL ME

“What did my mom say?” Grayson asks softly.

“Why don’t you check your own phone? I’m sure you have a million notifications too,” I snap.

Less than forty-eight hours ago, I was standing in a venue, surrounded by people waiting to watch me and Josh get married, and now here I am in Vegas. Apparently married to fucking Grayson, and for some reason, the idea that he’s upset about being married to me hurts my feelings more than anything Josh did to me.

Real fucking cool of me, actually.

My eyes start burning, so I turn more away from Grayson so he doesn’t see it.

Doesn’t matter anyway since he reaches across the bed and grabs his own phone, then starts scrolling through it.

I exit off my messages and start looking through the comments on Instagram. I swear everyone and their mother has seen this post. There are comments from people who were at the wedding calling me a cheater, saying it’s no wonder that Josh left me there. That fucking hurts, but okay. Josh is responding to those people, telling them to leave me alone, which is nice, but confusing as fuck.

My mom commented with hearts, and Gray’s mom did the same.

There are other comments too. ‘Congratulations’ and ‘about damn time’ and ‘I’m so happy you two finally figured it out.’

This is all too fucking much.

I toss my phone onto the bed and stand up. Sitting still is gonna make my brain spiral, so I start pacing. This was the stupidest idea I’ve ever had. Vegas, heartbreak—okay, so not really, but that’s not the point—and alcohol clearly don’t mix.

What was I thinking?

I obviously wasn’t.

“Hey,” Gray says, stepping in front of me and stopping me. “It’s okay.”

His voice is low and soothing, and I have to laugh. I guess it’s like he said; if I don’t laugh, I’m gonna cry.

“We can just get it annulled. It’s not a big deal. You don’t have to stay married to me.”

I jerk my head back to look at him. “No. No fucking way.”

Grayson’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. “What do you mean, no?”

Panic grips my chest. “I can’t get left at the altar and have a failed marriage in less than forty-eight hours. That’s fucking embarrassing.”

Grayson swallows hard. “Okay, so what are you saying?”

“I’m saying we have to stay married.”

Chapter 9

Grayson

Stay married? God, that’s literally all of my dreams come true, but not like this. Not while it’s fake. Not while it doesn’t mean anything to him. Being married to Harlow is everything I’ve wanted my entire life, but I really only want it if he feels the same as me.

“You’re not saying anything. Why aren’t you saying anything?”

What am I supposed to say? I should be saying no. There’s no way I’ll make it out of this with my heart intact. “What does that look like?”

“Being married?” Harlow’s nose scrunches. “I don’t know, Gray. As you’ll recall, I’ve never been married.”

I don’t know what to say.