Page 8 of Resisting You
Rosa lifted the shot glass between her delicately pinched fingers. “Well… cheers?”
I swallowed, lifting my own glass as she tapped the rim against hers. I didn’t want the shot. I just wanted her to finish her original thought.
What do you wish for, Rosa?
But I was chicken shit.
Instead of asking her, I threw my head back and swallowed the burning whiskey in one gulp. Then downed the other one just as fast.
One drink was quickly turning into one night of drinking. But Rosa was right. Will thatreallyruin my reputation? My diet? My meal plan?
Will letting loose for one stupid night ruin me? No fucking way.
“There you go!” Rosa laughed, squeezing my shoulder. “It must feel nice to cut loose a little, huh?”
I laughed and pressed the back of my hand against my lips. It had been a long time since I’d done shots, let alone shots after already having a couple drinks beforehand.
“Awww,” Rosa said. “Don’t worry, Tripp. I’ll take care of you tonight.”
“If only that were true.” Heat sparked in my chest, and God knew, it must have been the alcohol talking.
Her eyes widened and our heavy breathing synchronized, if only for a moment.
A tiny raindrop fell from the sky, landing on her nose.
I muttered a curse as one hit me on the cheek, then the knuckles. I glanced up to the sky and sighed, snapping the collar of my jacket higher around my neck as I glanced quickly over at Reid and Hazel, still in the middle of the dance floor, kissing, dancing, without a care in the world.
Hazel wore a beautiful silk white dress and Reid was in one of his favorite suits. Though for the life of me, I wasn’t sure where he had dropped the jacket and tie in the midst of celebrating. “It’s going to rain all over them on what was otherwise a perfect wedding,” I groused.
“Are you kidding?” Rosa stared at me incredulously. “This is evenmoreperfect!”
As she glanced up at the sky, more raindrops fell, watering down her cocktail glass.
Instead of squealing or making a run for it, Rosa threw her free hand into the air, and tilted her face to the sky, welcoming the raindrops as they continued to fall on us.
Her laugh rang out and was so ridiculously joyful and beautiful that I felt my initial sourness over the weather softening.
“All right, look, I’m all for optimism. But how is thismoreperfect?”
“Because,” she said, “getting caught in the rain on the beach on your wedding day? It’s like right out of a movie!”
I would have rolled my eyes if anyone else—literally anyone—had said that. But Rosa seemed so giddy. So delightfully, genuinely happy that I couldn’t bring myself to burst her bubble.
The DJ switched the songs, and everyone around us squealed in delight as the Pina Colada song came on. Anyone who wasn’t already dancing rushed to the middle of the floor, and I smiled as my best friend took his new wife in his arms and kissed her deeply as rain fell around them.
I chuckled and looked again at Rosa. “Okay… maybe it is a little romantic. Except that this stupid song is about a married couple having an affair.”
She grabbed my hand and I ignored the sudden jolt of awareness that surged up my limb from where her fingers came in contact with mine.
“C’mon, don’t be so grumpy.” She laughed with a tug on my arm. “Wehaveto dance. It is literally written into the lyrics that we dance in the rain.”
“Actually, it’s getting caught in the?—”
She didn’t let me finish as she yanked me to my feet and dragged me to the middle of the dance floor. Admittedly, dragged might be too strong of a word. I was pretty sure I’d have followed Rosa anywhere.
We moved together on the dance floor, and while neither of us was overtly sexual or inappropriate, we just… fit.
She threw her hands into the air, bouncing around, and my hands fell to her hips as they swayed and hit each beat of the music perfectly.
