Page 142 of None Of Your Business

I tilt my head back. “This is alarmingly hot.”

“Dancing?”

“You’re carrying me. My feet are very grateful.” I press against his ear. “I’m extremely turned on right now.”

He misses a step.

I burst out laughing.

“Rowan,” he groans.

“What?”

He shakes his head, though a smile breaks through. “Why can we never have a serious moment?”

I smile and loop my arms around his neck.

Around us, the dance floor is full. Madison is laughing in Beckett’s arms, her veil long gone and her hair starting to fall from the clips. Piper and Griffin are swaying near the edge. Noah is still making a public nuisance of himself.

Dad sits beside Mom at their table, their hands linked as they watch everyone.

Nobody is watching me. Not because they don’t care, but because they don’t need to.

I’m safe here.

My feet hurt. My hip is tired. Tomorrow will probably involve painkillers, oversized clothes, and doing nothing.

None of that has ruined tonight. It doesn’t make Madison’s wedding less beautiful, and it doesn’t make me a problem.

It’s just part of me.

Hudson’s thumb glides slowly against my waist. “You disappeared into your head.”

“I’m assessing.”

“That’s my line.”

“I steal a lot of your things.”

“My shirts.”

“Your food.”

“My bed.”

I smile softly. “Your heart.”

He gives me a flat look. “Jesus Christ.”

“That was good!”

The song changes to a slower rhythm, but neither of us moves away.

“My feet still hurt,” I tell him. “You planning to hold me up all night?”

“If necessary.”

Resting my head against his shoulder, I let him carry the weight, and we keep dancing.