Page 117 of Teach Me How

“Any higher and everyone would see my underwear.”

He grins, biting his lip at the idea. “Would you like me to modify it for you?”

“Are you going to rip it off me?”

He nips at my ear. “Would you be sad if I did?”

“Just buy me another and we’ll call it even.”

He takes my hand and puts it on his lap. I slide it up his thigh, intending to exact revenge. My fingertips skate along a very chubby shaft and suddenly I’m wondering how long is polite to stay at the reception.

Skyler puts his arm around my shoulder, and I lean into him. We watch Dusty and Marnie move to the center of the dance floor for their first dance.

Dusty’s sister, Sienna, stands to the side holding their baby. She’s a precious little thing with Marnie’s dark hair. It’s a little early to say, but it looks like baby Naomi got Dusty’s blue eyes. She’s a beautiful baby, but my gaze is drawn to the bride.

I watch the material of her dress flow around her like water. “That dress is just stunning.” I glance up at him. “Did you hear she made the wedding cake?”

His fingers toy with the strap of my dress. “It’s nice.”

“It’s not nice. It’s a fucking masterpiece. All those pressed flowers? And she used honey from Dusty’s bees. Did you know he has bees?”

“I did know that.” He runs his fingertips up my neck. “Should we have her make our cake?”

I’m not sure I heard him correctly. I crane my head to look at him. “What cake?”

His fingers toy with a curl that’s slipped out of my bun. “Our wedding cake.”

“Are we getting married? This is news to me.”

His free hand covers mine. “If you said yes, I’d marry you right here and now.”

My lips pull into a lopsided grin. “Might steal Marnie’s thunder if we did that.”

“Would you say yes? If I asked you?”

My cheeks start to warm up. “I guess you’ll just have to ask and find out.”

His thumb brushes over my lower lip. “That’s not a no.”

I smile. “It’s not a no.”

He kisses me and I’m vaguely aware that the DJ is yammering on about something. It’s not until Andy is tugging at my arm that I realize they’re calling the single women down to the floor. I resist her surprisingly strong grip. “But I’m not single.”

She pulls harder. “You’re not married yet, either. And neither am I. We’ve got to light a fire under these guys’ asses.”

Skyler grins at me. “I think Andy means business. You better go with her.”

Sighing gustily, I let her pull me away from Skyler. All I really want to do is drive back to the hotel. There’s a crisp white hotel bed with our name on it.

But instead, I gamely let Andy pull me to the center of the dance floor. Marnie is standing there alone, facing a group of chattering single women. She turns, showing us her back. Holding her bouquet in both hands, she prepares to launch it.

One.

Two.

On the third swing, she turns and marches over to the group. I don’t like the determined look in her eye. Or the way she’s bee-lining towards me. She pushes the bouquet into my arms and the watching guests cheer and hoot in response. My cheeks catch fire and I glance at Skyler, who’s smiling at me, clapping along with everyone else.

He climbs to his feet, meeting me just off to the side of the dance floor. “You got the bouquet.”

---