Page 54 of Bridesmaid Undercover
This should be easy; we’re just making it harder than it should be.
I can greet her just like I greeted Everly.
I can keep it together and not say much, but this “practically strangers” act doesn’t need to happen. I can greet her appropriately.
Trying to lessen this tension, I take a step forward to press a kiss to her cheek, but unfortunately for me, Brody takes a step forward at the same time to introduce himself, which knocks me off balance.
And listen, I’m not a slight guy. I have a good amount of muscle on my bones.
And Brody, well, he’s about the same body size as me.
But to my horror, with one bump of his shoulder into mine, I lose my balance, tripping and falling forward…straight into Maple’s unsuspecting chest.
A resounding thud fills the empty space as my face connects with her covered cleavage.
Yup, right into what some might call…her bosom.
Smack dab, right in the center.
And because she’s much smaller than me, she can’t withstand my weight, and together we topple over to the floor.
Her ample breasts cushion my face and break my fall.
My nose is shock-absorbed by her cleavage.
A ripple of bosom floats against my cheek as my mind screams “oh fuck!”
“Oh my God,” Everly shouts once we’re solidly on the floor.
From what I can feel—you know, since I can’t see, given my face has been suctioned into her shirt—her legs are splayed out, her hands squirming beneath her while she attempts to free herself.
“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry,” I say as I scramble to find my footing.
There’s some shuffling around, some grunting, but when I finally gain control of the situation and pop up—off her breasts—I lift off the ground, humiliation crawling up my back as Maple scrambles to stand as well.
“Are you okay?” Everly asks, helping Maple straighten out her shirt.
“Fine,” Maple says as she glances at me.
Her face is red.
Mine feels like lava.
And Brody is just standing there with a stupid fucking smile on his face.
Before he can say something moronic, I make the executive decision to skip the cheek kiss and lift my hand in a hello instead. “Uh…nice to, uh…nice to see you again,” I say awkwardly as I brush off my hands, still feeling the impact of her shirt button on my forehead.
“Nice to see you,” Maple says as if someone is forcing her.
Brody looks between us and then rocks on his heels. “And that is why I don’t go for the cheek kiss.”
God, I hate him right now.
“Maybe if you didn’t bump into me,” I say through the side of my mouth.
“I was trying to be polite and introduce myself. I didn’t know that you shared the same body mass as a crisp fall leaf and you were going to blow right over.” He grips my arm. “Don’t you work out?”
“Yes, I work out,” I say as I brush his hand off me.
