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The person—the woman—who crashed into me also landed butt-first on the sidewalk, but she appears to be wearing something slightly more…significantthan my suit. She’s got on a skin-tight wedding dress with a slit in the middle of her chest that stops shortly before her belly button, exposing her smooth and touchable tanned skin. Her breasts look outstanding in this dress, too. They don’t seem to bethatbig, but they’re pushed up from the corset to appear round and full.
I glance up at her face, and my jaw drops at the sight of her. Long, auburn hair that’s styled in big, dramatic waves, green, almond-shaped eyes that are puffy as hell from all the crying she’s clearly been doing, and full, kissable lips coated in a pretty shade of light pink. Despite her smudged makeup, she’s still one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.
“Wow,” I say without thinking. I reach for my phone, which is slightly cracked from its own collision against the pavement, but the woman swats my hand away.
“Youbetternot film me,” she says, her eyes like daggers as she glares at me.
I furrow my brows. Why would I want to do that? But when I look around us, it seems to be all thatanyoneis doing. Several people have their phones out, filming away like they’ll win some kind of prize for capturing the runaway bride on camera.
Jesus Christ, this has gotto be a prank.
Chapter 3
Mia
“Hey,areyouokay?”the man I collided with asks.
“I’m fine,” I say back.
I’m surprised he’s even being nice to me, considering I just yelled at him after I cracked his fucking phone. I throw my hands over my face. Not only to prevent the people around us from getting a good shot of my runny mascara and muddy gown train, but because the shame of this entire day is really starting to kick in.
“Am I being filmed right now?” he asks, probably thinking this is some sort of farce.
“No, butIam,” I say, removing my hands from my face.
For the first time since we crashed, I get a good look at him. And I nearly gasp. His river-blue eyes peer back into mine, so I sweep my gaze down to his pouty lips. His bottom lip is fuller than the upper one but appear soft. His tousled, dark blonde hair is sleek, and wisps fall just above his thick yet groomed brows. The last thing I notice is his all-black suit, dusty from the fall yet obviouslyveryexpensive. He takes care of himself, but based on his intentional bedhead, he doesn’t want toappearlike he’s obsessed with how he looks. Rather, he wants others to believe he was merely born perfect.
“I’m going to attempt to grab my phone,” he starts, talking to me like he’s negotiating with a dangerous criminal. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t hit me this time.”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’thityou.”
“You’re right. In a dress like this, the only thing you can hit is singing crabs and fish.”
I scoff. While this is technically a mermaid gown, that doesn’t mean Ilooklike one. Right? I glance down at my dress to confirm whether he’s in the right for that comment. Sure, it’s tight along the waist and leg area, and the trainiskind of wide. Jesus Christ, Idolook like Ariel.
He shoots me a glare, then quickly snatches his phone. “Damnit,” he says as he assesses the damage. “I just got this, too.”
“As if you can’t just waltz into the store right now and buy a brand new one.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to waste the rest of my day transferring all my data to a new phone whenyoucould have just watched where you were going.”
“You shouldn’t have been so close to the building. Everyone knows walkers walk near theoutsideof the track so that the runners can run along theinsideof the track.”
He adjusts the cuffs of his sleeves. “Those rules are limited to a track. The real world doesn’t count.”
“Ow,” I say as I try to stand up. Through the slit of my dress, I can make out the hint of a green bruise along the side of my thigh. I bruise easily, so this isn’t shocking. I just wish I hadn’t run intothisguy. Had it been anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have fallen so hard. He doesn’t look like it, but he’s well-built. Crashing into him felt like colliding with a rock.
“Wait a minute,” he says and rises to his feet. “You’re limping. You can’t walk like that. You need to get that checked out.”
The man clasps his hands around my forearms and helps me up. I wince as sharp pain courses along the side of my right leg. But when I peer up at him, I can’t help but notice how tall he is. Well over six feet tall. Through his suit, his muscles are apparent but not bulging. It’s so wrong of me to find him attractive.
Now that he’s standing beside me, I get a whiff of his cologne too. Sandalwood, cedar, and something like eucalyptus.
My eyes widen. “Is that myrtle I smell?” I ask and step closer to him. I sniff the air between us a few times, and I doubt it’s graceful.
He raises his brows and inches away from me. God, he must think I’m such a creep. I’m only asking because it’s my favorite scent.
“What does it matter to you if I’m okay anyway?” I snap at him, finally coming to my senses. Instead of trying to get away from the gathering crowd or even thinking about my wedding, I’m obsessing over a stranger.
