Take My Bride She Is Yours
Language: en
On the first night my best friend returned to the country, he got blindingly drunk over his first love. "Three years, man," Caleb slurred, clutching his glass of bourbon like a lifeline. "Three whole years, and I still can’t get her out of my head." He leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes locking onto mine before drifting deliberately toward the woman sitting beside me. "She’s getting married next week. Tell me, Eli... should I steal her back?" He was asking me, but his gaze remained glued to Elena. Elena swirled the amber liquid in her tumbler with practiced indifference, but under the…