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Susan and Frank excuse themselves to go mingle and I turn to Eli.
“Should we mingle too?” I ask him but he shakes his head.
The decision is made for us though when some of Eli’s uncles and cousins join us at our table. Eli introduces me to everyone and I sip my glass of wine as I watch them all catch up.
The bride and groom come in a little while later and I clap with everyone else and they make their way to the head table where the bridal party is already sitting. Susan and Frank rejoin us at the table and the food starts to come out.
“I guessed and said that the chicken was okay,” Eli leans over to tell me and I nod.
“Sounds good. I’m starving.”
We eat dinner and Susan spends much of the meal asking me what I would do differently for the food and then introducing me as Eli’s girlfriend to anyone who will listen.
By the time the music kicks on and the dancing begins, I think Eli is relieved. We watch the bride and groom have their first dance before other guests join them on the dance floor.
“Did you want to dance?” I ask Eli when it’s just the two of us alone at the table once more.
I don’t expect him to say yes. Eli doesn’t seem like the dancing type. He’s practically hiding at our table, but he surprises me by standing and offering me his hand.
A slow song starts as we reach the edge of the dance floor and I grin up at him.
“I promise not to step on your toes,” I joke as I place my hands on his shoulders.
Eli’s hands land on my waist and pull me closer to him. We’re both quiet as the music plays and we sway along.
“Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?” Eli asks once the song has ended.
“You told me I’m beautiful. I think that counts,” I tease him.
“You look beautiful, Hartley.”
“Thanks, Eli,” I whisper back, straightening out his tie.
“Your hair looks pretty like that,” he says, brushing a few loose strands away from my face.
“Thank you,” I whisper back, stepping closer to him.
Our bodies brush up against one another and I gasp softly as I feel his arousal rub against my stomach.
“Hey, Hartley?” Eli asks.
“Yeah?”
“I really want to mess up your hair now.”
EIGHTEEN
Elijah
I barely remember driving Hartley back to her apartment. One minute we were on the dance floor and I was whispering that I wanted to mess up her hair and the next we were telling my parents goodnight and practically running for the door.
I drive as fast as I possibly can all the way back to Honey Peak. Hartley does her best to drive me out of my mind. She leans across the center console and whispers dirty words in my ear. She kisses trails up and down my neck, nibbling on my skin, on the ear of my lobe, until I’m sure that my zipper is permanently imprinted along the length of my cock.
The truck wheels squeal as I slam on the brakes outside of her place. I rip my seat belt off and hurry to help Hartley out of the truck. She grabs my hand, interlacing our fingers, and giggling as she leads me up the steps to her apartment.
We crash through the door as soon as she has it unlocked. My hands are tangled in her hair, messing it up just like I said I would.
I pull her closer to me, smothering her mouth with mine as we stumble our way toward her bedroom. She bumps into the couch and I know that we should pull apart and just run for the bed, but I can’t pull my mouth off of hers.
