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I’d had every kind of fantasy there was about the girl, and seeing her in that clingy pink dress holding those flowers? Yeah, I could be all overthat.
Mywife.
“So… what are you doinglater?”
I glanced down to find Dizzy’s date getting up close andpersonal.
“You know,” she added, “afterthis?”
I stared at her.Thefuck?
“I’m boning my new wife,” I told her,deadpan.
She smiled a little, and that’s when I noticed her eyes. She was blitzed on something. Didn’t smell of booze,though.
“Oh yeah,” she said, kinda dreamily. “She’s so pretty.” Then her thoughts seemed to wander away, and so didshe.
I shook myhead.
“We’re in luck, sweetheart,” I heard Dizzy say. “They’ve got my song.” I turned to find Maggie’s dad stuffing coins into a jukebox and looking over atMaggie.
Sweetheart?
Guess he was pretty fucking pleased with this whole event, then. Big improvement over calling her aslut.
Then the song kicked in and Icringed.
“Schoolgirl.”
Christ, but the man wasclueless.
My gaze slammed into Maggie’s across the room. Her face was turning pink to match her dress. I couldn’t tell if it was repressed rage or laughter, or maybe some kind of allergic reaction to the song. Whatever it was, she bit it back and smiled, the epitome of the happy, blushingbride.
“Perfect!” she saidcheerily.
She steered Dizzy and his date over to talk to the officiant, then came over to me while Dizzy pummeled the guy with questions, rolling her eyes. I actually felt kinda sorry for the guy, but dude was in the wedding business. Couldn’t be the first time he’d had to deal with an asshole father of thebride.
“Hey,” I said, taking her hand and drawing herclose.
“Hey.” She looked up at me and bit her lip. And yeah, I liked fighting with Maggie, but even better than fighting with Maggie was seeing that truly rare but fucking beautiful spark of mischief in her eyes, the one that said we were on the same team. “I wanted to tell you… I was never that girl who dreamed of some big traditional wedding, youknow?”
“That’s good, because this place is a fuckingdive.”
She glanced around and shrugged. “Yeah. Good thing it doesn’t matter. But sometimes traditions can be nice. And since this whole thing is hella unconventional…” She grinned. “You know that ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue’thing?”
“Sure.”
“Well…” She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Dizzy was out of earshot and leaned into me. “Dizzy’s the something old,” shewhispered.
I laughed. “Perfect.”
“And the flowers are new,” she said, twirling her bouquet. “Something borrowed… I thought maybe you could lend me that skullring?”
“It’s yours.” I took it off and slid it onto her thumb again. Her thumb looked tiny and delicate engulfed in the big hunk ofsilver.
“And… well…” She reached down. “I know you picked the pink ones, but I needed something blue.” She slid the dress up her thigh and flashed me the electric-blue lace of herpanties.
Instant flood of lust, straight to mydick.
