Page 73 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

He laughed. “That's awesome.”

“What's awesome?”

“We still do that thing we always did.”

“What thing?”

He gestured between us. “You know, thething.”

I shook my head. “I have no idea what you mean, Mr. Milford.”

“Well, Miss Downing, I believe you'll know what I mean when it happens again.”

Of course, I know, I reflected contentedly.It's something I've missed.

I dropped my gaze, staring at my hands sitting in my lap.

“Are you sure you're alright?” Levon inquired. “Let me get you some water. You look parched.”

I smiled after him, enjoying how much he reminded me of the old days. He always got me water after we danced. Even when I said I was fine, he would do it anyway. He returned briskly with two bottles of water and handed me one.

I took a sip and hummed. “Okay, I guess I needed that.”

“Ten points for Levon.”

“Oh, are we doing that old game again?”

He laughed. “Why not? We might as well have fun at this wedding.”

“Well, then, prepare for the beating of your life.”

“Was that a threat?”

“Did it sound like a threat?”

He smirked at me in the most handsome way, lighting up his eyes and his features as if a spotlight had illuminated them.

I bit my lower lip. “I don't hate you, by the way.”

He perked up with interest. “What's that?”

“Jen said you thought I hated you.”

“Well, who wouldn't? I made a huge mistake.”

I dropped my gaze but kept smiling. “I just wanted you to know, okay?”

“I don't hate you either.”

“That's good to know.”

I cleared my throat and awkwardly glanced around at everyone else. Gabe was already holding a bottle of champagne. I laughed as he popped the cork and began pouring champagne for everyone. He spotted me staring and held up a glass, inviting me to stand.

“Shall we get to drinking?” I offered. “I mean, unless you think you need your head clear tomorrow.”

“I could go for a drink.”

“That should make the wedding easier, I'm sure.”

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