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“Good.” Carolina lowers her voice. “This wedding is lame, and the Tubba Wubba newlyweds need their alone time.”
She’s not wrong. This wedding has been a complete joke. The bride’s walk down the aisle was a fifteen-minute affair, and their vows have been a good twenty minutes. How no one is sleeping is beyond me.
“How many mimosas have you had?” I ask.
“Not enough to let me forget those god-awful vows,” she answers around a hiccup.
I grab her neck when she laughs louder and pull her face against my chest again. “I can’t take you anywhere.”
I’ve missed goofy Carolina.
She glances up at me after getting a handle on herself and taps my chest. “Technically, I brought you.”
“Fine, I can’t tag along with you anywhere.”
While everybody is focused on the wedding, we’re in our own little world.
Good thing we sat in the back.
* * *
Carolina talksa lot of shit about me flirting when she does a fair share of it herself.
Only she doesn’t realize she’s doing it.
Call me selfish, but I’ve scared off every friend who’s shown interest in her.
They don’t deserve her.
I left her alone for five minutes to get our drinks, and some lame dick has stolen my chair. A lame dick sporting an ill-fitting gray striped suit like he’s some D-list mob boss.
I place our drinks in front of him on the table and wrap my arms around Carolina’s shoulders from behind while she sits in her chair. “Hey, baby.”
She smiles up at me. “Hi.”
I hold my hand out for Lame Dick to shake and refrain from ripping it off his fucking arm when he does. “I’m Rex, her boyfriend.”
Lame Dick’s eyes widen. “Ah, dude, I didn’t know.”
He knew.
He’s been eye-fucking her all day, and since Carolina is my girlfriend this weekend, I’ve touched her and acted like her boyfriend.
“Now, you do.” My attention moves to Carolina as I offer her my hand. “Dance with me.”
She grins. “Oh, I guess.”
I pull her to her feet and turn her around, so we’re facing each other as soon as we hit the dance floor. I drag her close, my palms resting against the base of her back. Turns out, she wasn’t drunk on mimosas. She was only tipsy, and I made her suck down water as soon as the wedding ceremony ended. Her tipsiness has nearly worn off.
My chest constricts as I stare down at her and release what’s been on the tip of my tongue all day. “You’re the most gorgeous girl here.”
She’s wearing her contacts, showing off her round brown eyes. Her black dress hugs every curve of her body, and curves is something Carolina has plenty of. Her heels don’t bring her near to my height. She’s short, which I love because it’s easy to drag her head into my chest and kiss the top of her head.
It’s one of my favorite things to do.
No matter what, I love my hands on her—whether it’s an arm around the shoulders or hugging her face into my chest. I’m happy as hell that, on this trip, I get to do more than a simple arm draped around the shoulders, and I’ve been taking full advantage of that. Tonight, I’m being as handsy as I want.
I drop a hand to her waist, drawing her closer, and my other goes to her hand, weaving our fingers together as we dance.
