Page 112 of Love Is an Art
“Hmm.” She sits on the bed and puts her hands back. Which has the effect of pushing her chest forward. And I’m no longer thinking of Arthur. I sit next to her. She’s so cute. We have some time before dinner.
“Should you be working now? Am I leading you astray?” she asks.
“How far astray can we go?” I hug her and tumble back onto the bed, with her falling on top of me.
She kisses me, her hair cascading over my face. I kiss her in return, rubbing her back down to her cushy butt, her soft body melding against mine.
She raises her head, putting both hands on the bed. “Zeke. We have an hour to get ready before the dinner. We don’t have time.”
“I know. I know.”
She rolls off me and stands. She grabs a water bottle from the wedding favor basket, then picks up the card attached to the basket and hands it to me.
Thanks for coming, Zeke!
“They do know I’m coming?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Are Lindsay and Paisley best friends?”
“Not best friends. But they are close. I knew Paisley would be here, so I told Dylan I didn’t want to stay for the dancing.”
Tessa raises her eyebrow. “Why are you so worried about seeing Paisley?”
That is the question.
“Does she want you back?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her in months, other than running into her at the MoMA. She definitely didn’t want to break up initially. I also booked this room before you and I started dating.”
“Looks like she has an ally in Lindsay.”
“Yes. Lindsay always credits her with setting her up with Dylan.”
“This will be interesting.” Tessa smiles.
My money is on Tessa.
“I should have done a better job of warning you. But I don’t think Lindsay’s going to actively help her. I mean, she knows Paisley cheated on me.”
“Is there anything else I should know?” Tessa asks. “I feel like we should have a debrief session like we did before Mexico City and Garden Towers.”
“Like the debrief session where you told me I was going to be a photographer? We’re not acting here. It’s not like we’re fake dating. We are dating.”
Tessa steps close to me. I want to slide down the spaghetti straps of that dress …
If we take quick showers, we might have time before the rehearsal dinner.
“But why are you so worried about seeing her? Are you afraid you’ll want to go back?”
We don’t need an hour to get dressed.I can feel my cheeks heat up.
“You still like her?” She steps back, and that flash of hurt in her eyes kills me.
“No. I was thinking maybe we had time to fool around.” I reach out and touch her arm. “These spaghetti straps have been driving me wild.”
“I figured if I had to wear a strapless bra for the rehearsal dinner dress, I might as well wear it for the car ride too.” She winks at me.
