Page 58 of Be My Wife

Too shocked to speak, I can only shake my head.

My body is throbbing.

Literally.

Everywhere.

Parts of me that haven’t gotten excited in a long, long time.

I squeeze my thighs together.

Grab the glass of water next to me.

Chug it down.

While I try to rehydrate and figure out what the hell got into him to kiss me like that, Brogan turns his attention to the couple sitting across from us.

“Hi.” He extends his hand to Novah. “You must be the favorite cousin.”

There’s no response.

Novah’s mouth is currently hovering inches off the floor. I’m pretty sure her old, curly wig is about to fly straight off her head.

“Hey,” Oren takes the hand Novah can’t seem to move herself to accept. “I’m Oren. The groom.”

“Oren, nice to meet you.” Brogan shakes his hand firmly.

Oren gestures to our cake-less table. “We didn’t want to start without you.”

“I appreciate that.” Brogan pulls his chair up close to me. His broad shoulders bump into mine. He leans slightly into my space as he murmurs, “Again, I’m sorry for the hold up.”

“It’s fine. Right, Novah?”

She smiles sweetly. “No problem.”

“Should we get started?” I ask in soft, high-pitched voice that hardly sounds like my own. “I have to get back to work.”

“Sure.” Oren gestures to someone.

A moment later, a cheerful woman lumbers out to us. She clasps her hands together and beams at Brogan. “I see the final party has arrived.”

He dips his chin.

“Alright. Why don’t we get started with the first cake?” She dishes out four slices in delicate, gold-rimmed plates.

I eagerly accept mine. Cut off a piece. Groan when the chocolate hits my tongue. “Oh, that’s so good.”

“You like it?” Brogan smiles.

Freaking.

Smiles.

With teeth and everything.

Did he just get hotter?

Or is that my shock talking?

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