Page 61 of Accidental Husband
Not because I want to make Griff jealous.
That would be stupid.
"Champagne?" The future groom picks up the bottle. He looks around the room of drunk guys—they're all cheering, but it's not over anything in particular—and pops the cork.
Foam pours over the glass.
Is that why men like champagne? Because it reminds them of their dicks?
They're obsessed.
Griff chuckles.
"What?" I stare into my best friend's eyes. They're so dark. And intense. And pretty. He really is pretty. He's more handsome than pretty, but he really is pretty.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He motions to the drunk groom, who's trying and failing to pour bubbly into flutes.
"That is why men like champagne," Griff says. "'Cause they want to show how powerful they are when they come."
"I wasn't thinking that." I'm still thinking that.
"Uh-huh."
"It is an obvious thing to think." I clear my throat. "But I wasn't thinking it."
"It's all right. You like thinking about cum." Griffin's smile lights up his eyes. "Nothing wrong with that."
"You're disgusting." I shake my head.
"You never think about it?" he asks.
"Of course not." I mean, not the substance. The action, sure. But not the actual substance.
"Really?" He raises a brow.
I nodreally.
Adrian turns to me. "You're obsessed with semen?"
Oh my God. "No." My cheeks flush. Which is ridiculous, because I'm not obsessed. Or even interested. It's not like I ever craved Jackson's… Oh my God, I can't even think it. "I'm interested in phallic imagery."
He nodsokay. "Are you an English student?"
"Why do you ask?" Am I really that obvious?
"You seem like one," he says.
Griffin shoots me areallylook.
I find my cell in my pocket. Shoot him a text.
Jules: This was your idea.
Griffin: Dancing. Not watching some groom cheat on his fiancée.
Jules: We're visiting a strip club, not a brothel.
Griffin: Haven't you seen that movie where the groom fucks a stripper and accidentally kills her and the guys have to hide the body?
