Page 108 of Last First Kiss

“This is the one,” she repeats, breathless.

The dress is a delicate, lacy number. Off-the-shoulder, sheer puff sleeves. Floral embroidery embellishes every inch of fabric. It’s flowy with an empire waist. All Jordan can imagine is Amy running in a field of tall grass toward her Prince Charming.

“You look incredible.”

“A certified goddess!” Lach proclaims, appearing behind Amy with a beaming Esteban.

“Eat your heart out, Elizabeth Bennet,” Jamie says from the love seat.

Amy swings around to him. Her grin melts into a suspicious pout. “God, Jamie, how high are you? You’re all… sweaty and flushed.”

Jordan finally peeks at Jamie.

A blush runs from his neck up into his cheeks. He’s sitting weirdly now, half leaning forward, legs crossed.

“I’m good,” he insists. “Are you going to get it?”

Amy frowns. “I can’t. My parents—”

“Are not here,” Jamie finishes. “Come on, Ames. You love it.”

Her hands spread across the material, her eyes lighting up. She hesitates. “But—”

“No! They owe you this.”

Jamie starts to stand, then falters, eyes wide. He quickly flops down. Squeezes his legs shut. Jordan hates that he knows why. Hates that he’s dealing with a similar… situation.

Both Esteban and Lach raise curious eyebrows.

That’s it. Jordan’s going to die in a bridal shop.

Jamie clears his throat. “Your parents won’t be around until the rehearsal dinner. No one will notice you picked something else until it’s too late.”

Amy’s fingertips brush over the flowers. The train sways with her as she shifts from foot to foot. Jordan can see the thoughts turning in her pink-rimmed eyes. Jamie truly is a genius. The weed takes Amy’s fucks given from too many to zero in less than five seconds.

“Okay, I’ll get it!”

Jamie fist-pumps the air.

Amy lets out a riotous snort-giggle, then freezes. “Wait! I already did my first fitting. I can’t ask Marisol to—”

“Oh, Marisol,” Esteban and Lach call in perfect harmony.

She pops up like a disgruntled fairy godmother with a tape measure and narrowed eyes. She shoos Amy toward the riser. “Up you go!”

Jordan steps aside. Jamie evacuates the love seat to give Lach and Esteban a front-row seat. He joins Jordan by the door.

“See,” Jordan whispers.

“What?”

“You’re really good at the other stuff.”

Jamie’s mouth softens.

Jordanshouldbe giving Amy his undivided attention. Or checking his notifications. Answering all eighteen new emails from Javi. But Jamie’s smile goes sheepish, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to show Jordan this side. And, fuck him, Jordan can’t force himself to care about anything else but that.

Until the bell above the shop’s door jingles. It swings open.