It was amazing what Danica had taught me without even trying.
Just by being here for me.
Everyone around me cheered as Brody kissed his bride, and I realized I’d kinda zoned out while they said their vows. I was holding Danica’s hand, and she squeezed my fingers.
I looked at her, and she looked up at me. She smiled at me, and tears shone in her soft blue eyes. “That was beautiful,” she whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered back.
* * *
Hours later, I was dancing slowly with Danica. The sun had gone down a while ago and the stars were out. Lanterns were twinkling all over Dolly’s yard.
I wondered if and when the police would come shut us down. It wasn’t exactly a rowdy party, but maybe Dolly’s neighbors would want some sleep.
At least the volume on the music had been turned down, and we’d long ago switched to ballads. “When The Stars Go Blue” was playing, and I was holding Danica tight.
It was just a gorgeous fucking night. And I felt pretty fucking grateful for this woman in my arms.
“You having a good time?” I asked her, nuzzling into her soft hair.
“Of course,” she said. “Everyone’s been so nice.”
“Good,” I said. Then I decided to probe just a little… “I saw you talking to Matt for a bit.”
Because, yeah. I’d noticed that. And I was a little… jealous.
Of what, I didn’t know.
I’d actually avoided introducing her to him, for some fucked-up reason. But they’d found each other anyway.
Inevitable.
And I definitely wondered what she thought about him.
And what he thought about her.
“Yeah,” she said. “He’s great.”
“What did you talk about?”
“You.”
I studied her pretty face. “Really?”
“Really. He asked me about you, mostly.”
“Did he?”
“Oh…” She lifted an eyebrow, playfully. “And he likes my dress.”
“Uh-huh. I’m sure he does.”
She smiled, and I let my gaze wander down to her cleavage. She was all tits and ass in this thing.Innocenttits and ass, in that baby-blue color that made it look somehow demure at the same time it made my dick throb.
Did I want Matt to like how she looked in this thing?
Did I not?