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I promised myself I wouldn’t ask questions. I promised I would let go–if only for a moment.
I don’t let the feeling scare me and decide to take it all in–enjoy the weight of his hand on my waist and the bubble we’ve created on the dance floor.
My mouth quirks up as the DJ asks couples who have been married for less than five years to leave the floor. “Maybe,” I whisper.
Griffin gives me another one of his devastating smiles, and I suddenly feel like the luckiest human alive for being on the receiving end of it.
We dance in silence, his hand in mine as the bodies slowly thin out around us. The remaining ones are certainly older, and I spot Connie and James across the way.
“How long have we been married, Stuart?” I ask.
His eyes are sparkling when he grips my hand tighter. “Well, the DJ is on ten years and up, so we’ve been married for a while.”
“I’m twenty-four,” I confess. “We’ve been married since I was fourteen.”
Griffin’s nose wrinkles. “A little young. I was sixteen when we got married. Best decision of my life.”
I let out a breathy chuckle. “We should probably stop dancing. It’s getting suspicious. We don’t even have children yet.”
“That’s okay,” he says. “You’re focusing on your career, and I support your strange cricket farming habits.”
After he says it, he releases my waist, and I suddenly miss the touch.
This entire thing is crazy.
Insane.
Hopelesslyfun.
As we walk toward our table, the night dragging on outside of the windows of the ballroom, we run into a tall man with mussed hair and the scent of champagne on his breath. His tie is loosened, his white button-up wrinkled with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
He stumbles closer, clearly drunk.
“Angie doesn’t know you guys,” he slurs, pointing our way as alcohol sloshes over the lip of the glass he’s holding. “Luke doesn’t either.”
My stomach drops to the floor–right out of my butthole. Instantly, my palms become sweaty and the adrenaline pumps through my blood.
“Must be mistaken.” Griffin grabs my hand, promptly walking toward the door as the song starts coming to a close. Two couples left on the dance floor and the DJ now listing off the last numbers.
“You know,” the guy catches up to us, rounding on Griffin and stepping closer to dig his finger into Finn’s chest. “I don’t think I am.” All of his words are running together, and he’s swaying on his feet.
Definitely drunk.
Definitely angry.
“I know my sister’s friends,” he asserts.
Griffin smiles, taking a step back, and his hand grips mine tighter. He hasn’t let it go, and for that I’m thankful. “Well shit,” he says. “Looks like we’ve been caught.”
Angie’s brother turns red–like an angry, drunk tomato.
“Are you good in heels?” Griffin asks, keeping his eyes on the brother while slowly backing away–dragging me with him.
“I’m alright.”
“Okay.” He smiles at me, and my entire body lights up with the thrill of excitement. I almost know what he’s about to say before he says it. “Let’s run.”
When we turn to sprint, I hear chairs tumbling and shocked gasps sounding around the room. Griffin and I run through the entry hall and push through the doors, finding ourselves in the cold, open air of the grounds surrounding The Overlook.
