Snippet #2550285

"I know I'm a douche, It's just in my personality. I can't help it. Emalyn always cried because of me, so I'm used to it." He held her around her waist snug, and let out a long sigh. He didn't know what else to say, so he just ran his hand through her hair, brushing it out of her face, and wiping her tears.

Emalyn laughed, as he held up the champagne. "You quite the gentleman." She teased, and wiped her eyes. She slowly got up, and when Alec got closer, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his shoulder. "I love you." She spoke softly, and pulled back up to where she could see his face, then brought up her index finger, and traced his jawline, as she seemed to be entranced by him. Her thoughts were all Alec, and none about her douche brother and his fiance. She smiled, and let out a chuckle at the sight of the champagne again. "Did you even bring glasses, or are we doing this old style?"