Love Interruption
He felt like a piece of shit.
Just a moment ago he was in his changing room kissing his best friend, practically professing his love for her, now he was standing in front of his wife to be exchanging vows. Even though he was looking at Bobbi, his mind was zoned out. If you asked him, he probably couldn’t tell you what was being said at the altar, but he agreed to it all anyway. He wouldn’t have thought twice about pulling a Julia Roberts in Run Away Bride if she would’ve objected to the union, but there was no objection. Just like in the movies, everything went as planned and the ceremony was never interrupted.
The taste and sensation of her lips on his was still fresh, so fresh that he could still fucking taste her even after he’d kissed Bobbi. He wanted to get rid of as much of the feeling as possible, so he drank. It took three shots of vodka and a glass of champagne before she finally started to fade from his senses. Now that he’d thought about it, he hadn’t seen her since the dressing room, not that he was trying to keep up with her movements all night, but it was still strange. She was most likely avoiding him. He gave the crowd a once over, hoping to spot her, but she was nowhere to be found. Another shot, then off to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife.
He drank until it was time to leave, and until he was practically off his ass drunk. At least she wasn’t on his mind anymore, right?
Clint got up from the bed and grabbed his phone from his pants pocket then made his way to the bathroom. He gave Bobbi’s sleeping form a glance before he closed and locked the door. He couldn’t tell why he was locking the door but he did it anyway. He turned on the light, temporarily blinding himself before his eyes adjusted, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was drained, both physically and emotionally, and it showed. Not wanting to look at himself anymore, he flipped the switch off and leaned against the sink.
He flipped open his phone, the light from the screen illuminating the small space, and scrolled through the contacts until he reached her name. It was four in the morning, but no matter what time it could’ve been, if he called she’d answer. She always answered.
He ran his thumb over the call button, ready to push it until his subconscious started to speak to him. Or maybe it was his guilt that started to speak. He’d been married just over twelve hours, he’d sworn his love and devotion to one, the one he’d just made love to a few minutes ago, but his true feeling were with another. This wasn’t right, he owed it to Bobbi to at least try. To try to love her as much as he loved her. To give them a real chance to be happy.
With a final glance at her name, closed his phone and sat it on the counter before he opened the door and left the room. He pulled back the sheet and slid back into bed behind his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissed the back of her head. He knew that as soon as he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes he’d see her, but he didn’t force her away… no, he let himself indulge in her everything one last time. Tomorrow they’d be going on their honeymoon, that’s when he’d start.
