Page 77 of A Totally Platonic Thing
Along with the table, we’d gotten a bed frame. With slatsandposts. Good thing we never had anyone over since our place was so small, because we were usually too lazy to take the cuffs down and put them away.
Sometimes Lucas tied me up before we watched porn after we had a movie night.
One time, he’d had to tie me up to get me to even watch the movie, a sequel to the one with the purple laser-cannon guy.
I complained, a lot and at length, but I ended up enjoying the movie anyway…and probably that didn’t have anything to do with the movie and was more about being in Lucas’s lap with him feeling me up and kissing me the whole time. But whatever.
“Ready to wash up?” he asked. “We actually will be late, if we want to help set up.”
I opened my eyes and reluctantly shifted out of Lucas’s arms, reaching for the soap.
Half an hour later, we’d both managed to get dried off and more or less dressed, with only my bow tie to go. Lucas kept batting my hands away and telling me to knock it off, because I couldn’t tie a tie for shit, and finally he succeeded and we got ourselves out the door. My rented tuxedo felt odd, although Lucas assured me I looked fucking amazing.
He looked so good in his dark-gray suit that I kind of wanted to rip it off of him. But we could do that later. Priorities.
We parked in the driveway at Sebastian and Aidan’s, barely squeezing in next to the caterer’s van. They lived in an amazing house, not too big, but surrounded by trees and squarely in the middle of one of Santa Rafaela’s nicest neighborhoods. Sebastian’s rich uncle had been letting him and Aidan live there rent-free, and Sebastian had told me he’d been hinting that the house would be their wedding present. I couldn’t wait to meet the notorious Uncle Peter. He was supposed to be there for the wedding, taking a day off his usual strenuous schedule of sleeping with glamorous women and drinking Veuve Clicquot out of their navels or whatever.
As we got out of the car, one of the caterers came around the house from the back yard and leaned into the open sliding door of the van, emerging with a giant tray of…
“Oh my God,” I breathed. “I think those are the goat cheese fig jam puff pastry things Aidan told me about. He said he nearly passed out they were so good when they tried them at the tasting. Hey, do you think we should have pretzels when—” I stopped, choking, wishing I could literally choke and die on the last couple of words so that I didn’t have to live long enough to look at Lucas’s face.
Oh, shit. My own face went so hot it could’ve fried an egg. Incinerated an egg. Vaporized it on contact.
Slowly, I turned my head, ready to see Lucas looking horrified or furious or simply freaked-out.
He had a funny little half-smile on his face, and he didn’t look horrified at all. My stomach felt like it flipped over.
“When we what?” he asked, all faux innocence.
“Lucas Jasper Robertson, I hate you sometimes!”
He took a step closer. “We can have whatever we want, ‘when we.’ Okay? Always. Whatever makes you happy.”
“When,” I stammered. “When? Not if?”
Lucas’s voice lowered to a pitch that resonated in my chest and made my heart skip a beat. “Definitely when.”
He leaned down. He was going to kiss me, he’d almost, like, practicallyproposedto me, and he was going to kiss me—
A door banged. “Chris! Dude, get in here before Sebastian drives me batshit trying to rearrange the flowers again!”
I jumped about three feet and spun, wild-eyed, to find Nissa, Aidan’s best woman, framed in the front door of the house, looking about a hundred times hotter and more sophisticated in her tuxedo-styled dress than I did in my actual tux. Sebastian had met Nissa when he gave her an interview about his parents’ role in sending Aidan to prison, and it’d been her big break; she had a senior editor’s job at the local weekly now and had been the source for about half my freelance work so far. She was an amazing journalist and looked set to take over the world, one investigative report at a time. Her curly hair had been freshly dyed turquoise for the occasion, and she had some kind of subtle gold shimmer dusted on her brown skin.
God. If only I liked girls. I glanced at Lucas, who did like girls.
And even with the vision that was Nissa standing there glaring at us sexily with her hands on her hips, Lucas was still gazing at me, with that smile on his face that no one else ever got and his dark eyes all bright with love.
I slipped my hand into his. “Sorry!” I called to her. “We’re coming. Lucas got distracted by goat cheese.”
“Igot distracted by goat cheese? Excuse you?”
Nissa tossed her head and let out a ladylike snort. “Don’t care. Inside. Now.”
And she vanished into the house again.
Yeah, there was a reason Aidan had chosen her as his wedding attendant.
I squeezed Lucas’s hand, gave him a look that I hoped clearly said that we’d be going back to the kissing and the wedding hinting and the romantic stuff later, once everyone else’s wedding and kissing and romantic stuff was over, and headed in to deal with Sebastian.
