It's ridiculous that she was still surprised despite me telling her this was happening today.
"That's okay. This moment isn't for sale," I said, reaching back into my pocket to pull out my phone.
"What are you doing? No, absolutely not. Why do you do this? I look like shit. You're going to spend the next eight years with another crappy photo in your wallet. I'm pretty sure there's drool on my face from when I dozed off on your back for a second there," she said, wiping at the corners of her mouth. "Technically, we didn't become a we until the afternoon, so our anniversary is only really then."
That last part was such a her thing to say. Was that really what she thought? It would explain how I apparently caught her off guard.
"Please, for the love of God, let me sleep and shower first. There are dark circles under my eyes. And my make up—"
What the fuck was she talking about? She was fucking flawless. Perfect in all her imperfections.
