Crash...

JEREMY'S POV

The lusty haze clears from Josephine’s eyes and her face crumbles.

“You want an annulment?”

“The conversation we had at Tuscany—”

“The one where you slumped midway, that conversation?” I struggle to give a coherent answer and she breaks away from my embrace, “Did you even hear half the things I said?”

“I heard a lot.”

“And what was I saying?”

“That you didn't want to be with me and I don't blame you for that, I've done despicable —”

“Shut up, Jeremy.” She snaps and looks at me.

“Do you really want an annulment?” She peers into my face, trying to gauge my reaction.

I blow a relieved breath, “No.”

“Good because I don't want that either.”

“Then why were you so afraid of people finding out?”

“I don't know. I panicked. We're young and I thought you wouldn't be happy being roped into a wedding you didn't plan. You wore a freaking onesie!”

I chuckle at her tragic expression, “It doesn't matter since we didn't sign any paperwork.”

She groans, “Then why did you brin