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A set of warm hands removes mine from my boobs. “Lily, you look great,” Kourtney reassures me.
“You look hot.” Drew threads his arm around Kourtney’s waist. “Not as hot as Kourt, of course.” He kisses her on the cheek.
“You are smokin’.” My lovely friend fans herself with her hand.
“On fire,” Gemma confirms their thoughts.
“So hot we might need to call the fire department,” Kourtney continues, making me giggle.
I rake my fingers through my hair to fluff it out, then use my pointer finger under my eyes to wipe away any smudged mascara.
“Okay. I get the message. Thank you.” I pull at the hem of my short dress, but the soft sparkly Lurex fabric jumps back up again.
There is no time to second guess my outfit when the elevator doors slide open and Ash steps out in all of his bulky gloriousness.
Wow.
Not paying attention to anyone else, he strides confidently over to me, and within seconds, his lips are on mine. Dazed and slightly taken aback, my hands remain at my sides before he wraps his arms around my waist and closes the gap between us. I hook my hand around the back of his neck, his skin warm against mine.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” He sounds desperate when he eventually breaks our kiss.
I was tempted to kiss him earlier, but with both our families, specifically his mom and my dad, as well as his team standing around us, I was forced to resist the temptation.
Stepping back, without shame, he bites his bottom lip as he checks me out. “You look beautiful.”
Looking down at my outfit, I say what I’m thinking. “I’m like a human disco ball.” The club spotlights reflect off my black sparkly dress.
“You fit right in. Look at this place.” Eyes twinkling, he threads his fingers through mine, his eyes scouring the club as if finding his bearings. “This place is––”
I finish his sentence. “Over the top.”
“Over the top,” he echoes in astonishment.
If I had designed this place, it would be more chic than shocking. “The fluorescent is a bit much.”
“Three colors would have been enough.”
“Two.” Not a rainbow. It’s blinding and a little tacky. He holds my hand and pulls me back to him.
His mouth moves against the shell of my ear. “So, you are an interior designer as well as an organizer of events?”
“I have a great eye for detail.”
“Necessary if you want to be a wedding planner.” I love that he listens and remembers my dream of owning my own business.
I stretch out my arms to loop them around his neck. “Creativity is a must.”
“I’ll remember that. Not good at coordinating your feet on ice but can coordinate bridesmaid dresses with bow ties. Noted.” He drops his head and kisses along my collarbone while my fingers pull at the short strands of his hair.
“Get a room.” A choir of hair-raising jeers blow up around us.
Nuzzling into my neck, he laughs, shaking his head. “My friends are idiots.”
“I can’t wait to meet them.” That’s a lie. I’ve only ever met one famous person; that being the guy who is currently squeezing my hand and was sucking on my neck less than a minute ago. Superstars in their own right, I’m nervous to be introduced to his teammates who, side by side, look wider than an ocean.
Ash pulls me by the hand toward the vast wall of expectant grinning faces. “Everyone, this is Lily.” He yells to be heard over the dynamic dance tune the DJ plays.
“Hi, Lily,” they all sing together mockingly with accompanying waves, then burst out laughing and I can’t help but join in.
