Page 77 of Be My Wife

We were just standing there and then Brogan snuck in a kiss out of nowhere.

This is his fault.

All of these feelings…

There’s no way I would have melted like that if he’d warned me first.

“I get that it’s your honeymoon and all,” Aunt Becca says, lightly touching her hair, “but there are kids present.” She nods to Uncle Kevin who is covering the eyes of one of my younger cousins. “Maybe continue that in the bedroom when we’re all gone?”

I clear my throat.

Step away from Brogan.

Try to collect myself when it feels like every inch of my skin is sizzling at the thought of continuing anything in his bedroom.

He pulls his lips in. Nods.

Everyone is staring at us.

I wish I could care about that.

I wish my body would quit throbbing.

And my heart would quit thundering.

And my lips would quit tingling.

Annoyed, I shoot Brogan a what the hell stare.

He glances away, his jaw muscles clenching hard.

“Well then…” Aunt Becca spins, swipes two beers from the kitchen counter and hands it to us.

The can is cold against my palm. A welcome respite from the heat. I wrap my fingers firmly around it, pulling it up to cool my flaming cheeks.

“Why don’t we have a toast?”

“Do you think this is their wedding, Becca?” Aunt Sharon teases.

“I think,” Aunt Becca pins her with an amused look, “that today is a happy day. Any opportunity to celebrate with family is a gift.”

Aunt Sharon smirks.

“And Brogan?”

He looks up quickly as if surprised to hear his name.

Aunt Becca raises her beer can. “Welcome to the family.”

“Welcome!”

“Welcome!”

Brogan’s cheeks turn pink. “Uh, thanks.”

“Why don’t you tell us the story of how you got together?” Aunt Sharon suggests. “I’d love to hear it.”

Murmurs of agreement spread like wildfire.

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