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“Okay.” What else was I supposed to say? “Why did they send you out here?” I finally asked.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. Pour guy; he looked so uncomfortable.
“They—uh—wanted to make sure you were here.”
“Do they need me for something?” I raised my eyebrow almost to comical heights. I wasn’t exactly a part of the wedding or anyone helping with anything. And I sure as shit wasn’t about to walk into a dressing room with Lyla more than likely in one of two very dangerous situations, half naked or already in her dress. Either one had my heart racing and cheeks turning red. The image of Lyla naked was forever burned into my mind. The way her waist curved perfectly to draw my eyes to her hips, then her perfect peach of an ass. The way her thighs felt when I gripped them with my hands, making sure she knew that I worshipped her. And the way her breasts were so damn soft and plump and the perfect pillow.
I knew it was a mistake to come here.
“Ah, no. They—uh—” He sighed, obviously still feeling awkward as fuck.
“They didn’t think I’d show up, did they?”
He pushed his lips together and nodded his head. “Yeah, I think some of them are holding bets on it.”
“Can’t blame them.”
“How come?” He finally relaxed some, his curiosity outweighing everything else.
“You don’t know?”
“No, I don’t really know anything. Except that both my sister and Lyla are acting weird.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have come.” I huffed and realized my cigarette was completely gone. I tossed it down and then immediately regretted it.
As I leaned forward to pick it up, Nico beat me to it.
“Shit, thank you.”
He shrugged then gestured to the open space on the hood of my car. “Can I? They haven’t really let me sit much all day.”
“Sure.” I tried to scoot over to give him more space but there was only so much space on the hood of this Corolla.
That meant that his leg was pressed right against mine. It wasn’t cold out by any means but the warmth from his leg flooded through me.
What the hell is going on with me?I thought to myself.
“So, do tell. What’s the story?”
“Lyla is my ex.” I blurted.
“Shit, that explains it.”
“Explains what?”
“All of it. Each of them freaking out about if you’d be here or not.”
“Does your sister not want me here?”
He adamantly shook his head. “No, no. She’s perfectly fine with it. She just…” He trailed off.
“What is it? Is she scared of me?” I joked, bumping into his shoulder.
“Oh, no. She’s more worried that you won’t like her.”
“What does my opinion of her matter?”
“Because she knows how much Lyla loves you. Her words, not mine.”
