DIRTY LAUNDRY

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A small price to pay for building houses out of matchsticks •

This was easily the best Christmas of my life. Jack and I stayed a couple of more days, having all sorts of fun with my family, it felt so cheesy at times but I was beyond happy. After we returned to the dorm, I was spending most afternoons alone. I only went to the cake and wine tasting for the wedding, because Jack's father couldn't make it. May invited me to her dress fitting as well but I politely declined, not wanting to cause any trouble with their father. Then it came to the rehearsal dinner and I was in a huge dilemma.

"Alex please, she wants you there... me and mom want you there. You're my plus one. I don't care what my father says. Please come with me?" Jack was begging me but I wasn't too thrilled about it.

"He hasn't even met me, do you all think this is the best idea?" I asked for the millionth time.

"Yes we do. I don't even know why I'm asking you, you're coming, end of discussion." He said with a grumpy face.

"Only if you make me, baby." I jokingly said and winked. Of course he got it in a second, I never doubted his sense of humor.

"Oh I'll make you, come here." He said and pulled me by the hand. I landed on top of him, his lips instantly crashing on mine. His hands wrapped around my waist, holding me tight and mine cupped his face.

"You know..." I said in between kisses. "This is emotional blackmail." I smiled.

"But baby, you're my plus one." He adorably chuckled and kept kissing me.

"Always." I whispered.

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"Wow." He said when I put my suit on, adding the finishing touches. "I'd marry you right now."

I chuckled and raised my eyebrow, looking at him. "You wish." I stuck my tongue out.

"Careful, you might just get it." He replied. We were getting ready for the rehearsal dinner; it was being held at a very nice restaurant in the city. Jack was standing in front of the mirror, putting his tie on, wearing a classic black fitted suit and a white button-down. I was wearing a similar suit, dark grayish with a white button-down and a bowtie.

"There. How do I look?" He asked and twirled.

"Stunning, as always." I smiled. To me, he always looked great. I guess I was already at that stage of the relationship, where it doesn't matter what he wears or how his hair is done; whatever he puts on, he looks absolutely perfect. I cannot find a single flaw on him anymore.

"Really? But not as good as you though, gray suits you so well." He replied, looking at me from top to bottom.

"Not this time but thank you. Come on best man, dance with me." I pulled him closer and started swaying from one side to another, slowly. Our bodies were pressed together and I might've had a little moment there, it was so romantic. His eyes were looking into mine, mouth curved into smile. I was humming this Sinatra song that came to my mind.

"This feels strangely familiar." He said.

"How so?" I asked and continued humming.

"I think I dreamed about it once." He replied. "You and me, like this, lights on us. A man can dream."

I leaned in and kissed him. "You know about dreams; they have a weird way of coming true."

He smiled at me and blushed. "Hope so."