“I need to talk to you,” she said.
“Alright. I’m listening.”
She looked around and shook her head. “Maybe we can head outside later? I’d prefer a little more privacy, and people are looking at us.”
“Isn’t Mark with you tonight?”
“He had work tonight, so no.”
“And couldn’t call off?”
“No. He’s very dedicated to his job.”
I nodded, trying not to insult the man for everything he did. “Me, too,” I said. “You look beautiful.”
She was wrapped up in some green silky bridesmaid dress that hugged every curve of her, and I was struggling not to run my hands over her hips again and again.
“Thanks,” she said. “I about died and ran back home when I saw you.”
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
“For you? Good. For me? Bad. You look so hot in a suit, I don’t even know what to do with myself.”
Any comments about what she might be thinking about me had been all about the past. This was one of the clearest she had made about how she might feel now. I pulled her closer, her body flush against mine.
“You still think about me like that?”
She scoffed as I spun her around. “Like I want to pull you into a closet and see if you still lose your mind to fuck me? Yeah, I do,” she said, nearly rolling her eyes. My cock jumped, the image of her dress pulled up to her waist and legs wrapped around me making me instantly hard. Her hand pulled from mine and flew to cover her mouth. “Oh my god, Kye, I’m so sorry.”
I was already trying to hide my laughter as she looked at me in horror.
“I cannot believe I just said that out loud. And here, of all places? I am so sorry.”
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t be. Under different circumstances, that’s exactly what I would be doing right now. And I promise, I still would.”
She sucked in a hard breath and wrapped her arms around my neck until I couldn’t look at her anymore.
Her head rested against my chest, and for a few more seconds, I felt like my life was perfect. This was what I wanted.
Her. I wanted her.
The song ended, and she pulled back. “I better go check on Bailey. Thanks for the dance.”
“Still want to talk?”
“Yeah, I’ll find you in a little bit.”
She spun on her heel, taking off in the opposite direction. I took a hard right, leaving the dance floor before anyone else came up to me.
I didn’t stop until I was outside, sucking in cool, fresh air as I tried to calm myself down. I grabbed a smoke from someone on the steps and kept going, heading out to my car before pulling out my phone.
Kye
If you still want to talk. I’ll be at my car.
I hit send and threw the phone down. If she really wanted to talk, she would come find me, and if she didn’t, I could leave and think about putting that distance between us again.
The wedding was basically over. I could leave the second I wanted to.
Fate could decide for me now.
FORTY-TWODAISY
I stepped outside and could see Kye immediately. He leaned against his car, his head all the way back to look up at the dark sky. A puff of smoke blew through his lips, and my nose scrunched.
“Still smoking?” I asked, hands on hips.
He didn’t move, not even lifting his head to look at me.
“Would you believe it if I said this was the first cigarette I’ve had in over six years? The last one I ever had, I shared with you.”
The memory of being pressed against his body, his hand around my neck and lips on my skin, burned through me. I was already so worked up from dancing together that even the thought of his hands on me again turned me on.
“Why are you breaking and having one now?”
“Because I need something, anything, to occupy my hands before I lose my self-control and put them on you.”
“Have you ever had self-control?”
