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153. Jeremy Renner 6

~“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked softly. Jeremy shot you his trademark crooked grin, with his lower lip slightly askew. He let out a raspy chuckle with small pauses in between.
“You think I’d be standing here if I didn’t?” You shot him a contemptuous look and sighed. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and brought it back to his mouth. A long drag was followed by ashen smoke rolling over his lips. You opened your mouth, trying to think of a response, but instead returned to your own cigarette. For a moment, you just watched the paper burn while the breeze caught loose embers, carrying them away.
Without warning, Jeremy took your free hand in his. His palms were coarse and calloused from the years or wear and tear they’d faced. But his fingers, they were more delicate. They didn’t show nearly the attrition. Between your right ring and middle fingers, there was a chilled, narrow line. It accented, but did not overpower, the heat of his skin against yours.
You looked over at him to find his bright eyes trained on your face. His inky black pupils were outlined by a faint mossy green, but unless you looked hard enough, it was invisible against the majority of steely blue. The lashes framing said eyes were fairly short, but worked to his advantage, providing more than adequate accentuation.
After a somewhat lengthy silence, you finally sighed.
“I’m sorry I keep asking,” you mumbled, swallowing the hardening lump in the back of your throat. “I’m just…”
“I know, honey. You’re nervous. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t too. With the things we’ve faced in our pasts, we both have every right to be. But you know, darlin’, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I never would’ve put that ring on your finger if I wasn’t 100% sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Don’t ever forget that.” The look on his face said it all. It was his infamous no-nonsense face. Every crease was etched in with sincerity.
For the first time in weeks, you felt your nerves begin to retreat. There was something about the tone of Jeremy’s voice that always calmed your mind. You weren’t sure if it was the grit coming from the back of his throat, or the way his vocals hitched at the end of certain words, or even if it was his central Californian lilt that caused him to emphasize different syllables, but it always worked.
Using the tip of his middle finger, he flicked the remainder of his cigarette out into the street. It had burned itself down to the filter, and the familiar burn on your lips reminded you to follow suit. You tossed the butt out next to his. His grip on your hand disappeared as he turned around, but as soon as you turned as well, it was extended expectantly. You laced your fingers back through his.
“How did I get this lucky?” you wondered aloud. It had been meant to be rhetorical, but he answered regardless.
“I ask myself that every day. How did you get so lucky?” He chuckled, leaning into you. You laughed a little and pushed his shoulder away playfully. Jeremy took a few more steps before shifting his hip against yours.
“You’re such a child!” you chided, nudging him back. His mouth opened wide, forming a feigned look of offense. He put his unoccupied hand on his chest, then hissed slightly.
“Oh, how you wound me so, my love.” He halted his gait and pulled your body flush with his. His fingers disentangled from yours and he rested his forehead against yours. “Really, you ought to apologize before this situation gets out of hand.”
Jeremy pressed forward by a fraction of an inch, letting his lower lip ghost over yours. You found your eyes beginning to drift shut until a small, wet drop landed on your cheek. You frowned inwardly for a moment, but decided to ignore it in favor of his mouth. But when you adjusted to meet him fully, he wasn’t where you expected. Your eyelids fluttered a bit as they parted, and you were greeted by the sight of Jeremy looking up at the sky.
“Gonna rain, babe. We should get inside,” he said softly, squeezing his defined arms around you briefly. You shook your head.
“No way! I’ve yet to kiss you in the rain, Mr. Renner,” you insisted adamantly. He looked at you with furrowed brows and concerned eyes. He was eyeing you like he was about to make an attempt to dissuade you.
“We’re getting married tomorrow. No way in hell am I going to risk either one of us getting sick.” As the drops began to fall more steadily, you gave Jeremy a challenging grin. Your fingertips ran from his collar bones to the edge of his jeans and he tensed a bit.
“Come on, Jer…” you cooed, kissing right below his ear. “Do it because we’re getting married tomorrow.”
“That’s not fair,” he whined, slipping his hands into your back pocket. “You know I can’t say no when you do that.”
The clouds overhead darkened at a rapid pace, and before you could respond, the drizzle became torrential downpour. Drops bounced back up off the sidewalk, splattering against your legs. Jeremy let his gaze slip from the sky back to your face, and his twisted grin returned to his lips.
“Fine… But if I… Get sick…” Jeremy murmured between kisses. “I’m gonna make… You… Take care… Of me.” You stifled a giggle and nipped at his lip.
“That a promise?” He offered a slight nod and a throaty chuckle before sighing.
“Only the first of many, sweetheart. But we really should get inside now.” He gave you a gentle tug towards the front porch, and you followed his lead. But once you’d progressed up the steps, he stopped just short of the threshold. Both of you were absolutely soaked from the rain, but he left no space between your bodies as he started to sway a bit, moving his grip to the middle of your back.
“I promise I’ll never go to bed angry. I promise I’ll call and text and FaceTime as much as our schedules allow when I’m gone. I promise to close the bathroom door when we have guests, and I’ll always remember to put the seat down. I promise to kill any and every insect that enters our home. I promise I will do my part to help with the housework. I promise to order pizza every time we argue. I will always eat whatever you cook, even if you accidentally burn it, and I will do my damnedest to keep a smile on that pretty little face of yours. I promise to fight with you, but also for you. When I asked you out on our first date, I don’t think you realized what you were getting yourself into. All the flights, the running around, the paparazzi and the gossip, my crazy schedule… But you’ve stood by me every day since then, and there are no words to express how grateful I am for you. So grateful that I will be spending every day of the rest of our lives trying to thank you properly. I love you.”
Another drop rolled down your face, but it wasn’t from the rain. Frankly, you were speechless. How could you follow up that kind of monologue? So you just said the only thing that would come out.
“I love you, too.”
 

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