Page 90 of Never Really Over

“I never thought we’d get back here.”

“You know this means Dalton’s going to think he’s right, don’t you?”

He groans and lies on his back, keeping one arm around me so I’m draped over his chest. “Did you really have to bring him up right now?”

I giggle and play with the little bit of chest hair he has.

“Sorry.”

He gives me a squeeze, telling me that my apology wasn’t necessary.

“He said something weird to me the other day.”

“When doesn’t he say something weird?”

“True. But he said something about being a man of honor? What the hell did that mean?”

I still and he notices. “Layla?”

I turn my head so my chin is resting on his chest. “He kind of has this idea in his head that he’s going to be my man of honor one day. Like a maid or matron of honor, but a guy instead.”

“Huh?”

“When I get married, he means. He expects to stand up with me.”

“Ahh.”

I don’t know what that ahh means and I’ll be honest that it doesn’t give me all the warm and fuzzies that I’d like to have after having unbelievable sex with Colt.

“He’s just being his normal weird self,” I mumble, tucking my face back into his chest. I can’t help but feel a little hurt by his reaction, even though I shouldn’t. Of course we’re nowhere near talking about marriage, but his reaction felt more like a dismissal of the idea. I know I’m being irrational. Probably because of the euphoria still coursing through me.

Typical Colt, though, won’t let me pout like I want to.

“Look at me.”

Reluctantly, I meet his eyes and what I see reflected in them brings back those butterflies I was feeling all day.

“You went somewhere else on me just now. Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing. Just being silly, I guess.”

“It’s not nothing if you went from warm and cuddling to stiff as a board.”

I don’t want to tell him that he hurt my feelings because that just seems childish.

“Layla,” he growls, growing impatient with me. “This won’t work if you shut down. Tell me what I did so I can make it better.”

I sit up so I can face him, sitting cross legged. I’m still naked so it’s probably not the sexiest position, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his eyes travel over me.

“When Dalton said that, he was talking about being a man of honor in a specific wedding.”

“I assumed so.”

“Oh.”

He grins, reaching for my hand. “He was talking about our wedding, right?”

I look at the mattress and nod.

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