Page 25 of Bless My Body

a relationship, and I felt like it would have made everything weird if we hooked up. Stella lived with

him at the time, and I spent a lot of time with Stella. I didn’t want it to be awkward if we only lasted

one night.

So, I made Ezra one of my best friends instead. And we’ve been comfortable in the friend

category for years now. He is actually one of my favorite people to talk to besides Stella.

But now, my head is all weird. I don’t know if it’s just him being here in person, being all flirty,

or if it’s because I’ve given myself a personal ban on sex, but I find myself wanting his attention. I

want to look good for him.

Last night, I let him keep his hand on my leg at dinner. His touch felt like lava, and it sent a

warming sensation all the way to my core. Then I held his hand on the way to the car. I HELD HIS

HAND. He didn’t interlace our fingers. I did.

Maybe this ban on sex was a bad idea. I hope it doesn’t make me overcompensate and do

something I’ll regret, like have sex with Ezra.

Stella gets her last layer of hairspray before it’s my turn. Since I’m not in the wedding, I get to

pick my hairstyle. I decide on curls and some braids wrapping around the back of my head to look

like a half-crown.

After my hair is done, we all do a champagne toast before moving on to makeup. I take an extra

glass of champagne to try to clear my head of Ezra. I keep thinking about the way his eyes drank me

up in my dress last night and how his grip on my leg made me wonder how he would grip my body if

we were in bed.

I have to distract myself. He’s leaving tomorrow. I’ve just got to keep my legs closed until then.

I’m sure this weird feeling will go away once he’s not around.

Before long, we get our dresses on. Stella and Hazel’s sister, Anna, put on their lavender dresses.

They both look absolutely amazing, and I’m sure they’re glad Hazel didn’t pick ugly dresses. I’ve

seen some nightmare dresses before, but these are beautiful.

My dress can best be described as a champagne color. I picked it because it reminds me of one of

my favorite drinks, obviously. The dress is strapless and form-fitting on top, pushing my boobs up

nicely, and it flairs out to a tulle skirt that stops just below my knees. The skirt part has some sparkles

on it, and I feel like a princess in it. Well, a kinda slutty princess, but still a princess.

I won’t lie; it’s one of the nicest dresses I’ve ever worn. It makes me feel like I might actually fit