Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Before I can exit the dance floor, a guy with blond hair grabs my free hand and spins me around, laughing all the while. He’s not kind of rude or sloppy but clearly intoxicated and having a good-ass time, so much so his mood is infectious. I can’t help the smile that breaks across my lips, and I give in for the remainder of the song, dancing like nothing else matters.
The song ends pretty quickly, and he gives a drunken bow before turning toward the bar.
As I make my way toward my designated seat, I catch a glimpse of red. My head jerks to the left to find Mia showed up after all.
She’s all dolled up and glancing around the room, so I jump from my seat and rush over, but before she sees me, her ex sees her, instantly commandeering her attention.
Sneakily, I raise my camera at the two, grinning at how obvious they are.
They are 100 percent making up tonight.
“I could have called that.” His whisper warms my skin, rolling over my ear and down my neck like an uncontrollable heat wave.
My eyes are still pointed through the lens, every muscle in my body going tense. It takes effort, but I manage to slowly bring the camera down, tucking it to my chest as if to shield what beats beneath it.
He steps around, my eyes and only my eyes slicing to the left the moment he becomes visible in my periphery, tracking his body as he places it right before me.
As if suddenly starved and aware of what they wish to be fed, my lungs expand with a full breath made up of nothing but Mason freaking Johnson.
My attention immediately falls to the wide stretch of his shoulders.
He’s wearing a button-up shirt and slacks, both a charcoal gray in color. He has the top button undone and the sleeves cuffed just right. That dark hair of his is perfectly messy on top of his head, and his fade is as fresh as always. He is handsome and flawless as ever.
And he’s waiting for me to look up, so finally, I do.
Deep brown eyes lock with mine, and he smiles, a smile that widens as he looks at the item pressed between us, and I kind of want to run, though my feet don’t seem to agree.
“I’m so damn happy for you,” he murmurs, moving closer, and I subconsciously turn my head into his hand when he reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear.
It’s curled today, the top half held up high with a small rubber band, two long tresses left out in front and curled to match the rest. I’m wearing a tan dress, one of my old ones that’s made of stretchy material, even if it was designed to be loose, and I layered an ivory sweater over it in an attempt to hide the fact that the seams are threatening to burst. If they haven’t already.
A loud squeal sounds, and I blink out of the moment, looking from Mason to find Cameron, Brady, and Chase walking up, all dressed to impress.
“God, this is gorgeous!” Cameron beams, hugging me quickly before tossing her arms around Brady and Chase. “How do my dates look? Hot, right? I told them I would cockblock all night long if they ditched me before I found a single man of my own in here to keep me company.”
“You are not finding a random man to do a damn thing.” Brady glares, but Cameron just pushes up on her toes, her lips pressing to Chase’s then Brady’s cheek.
I swiftly snap a photo, laughing at her brand of crazy. “What are you guys doing here?”
Cameron shrugs. “Austin called a couple of hours ago and said the groom was ready to get out of here but didn’t want the open bar to go to waste, so I guess the wedding party called some friends. There’s a few more cars pulling up.” She looks around, spots the bar, and promptly drags both Chase and Brady away. “K love you, bye! We’re getting drinks before the line gets long!”
Chase gives me a playful eye roll as he walks away, and I smile, looking back to Mason.
Before I can say anything, I catch a glimpse of the bride past his shoulder, and sure enough, she’s tucked under her husband’s arm, sneaking toward the door.
I sidestep Mason and bend down on one knee. I get their shoes, peeking out between their guests on the dance floor. I get their hands tangled together and the kiss he presses to her knuckle. I even get the quick ass squeeze he thought no one saw, and just before they meet the opening to the hall, I shift a little more, catching their departure at an angle that opens up the shot to a full view of the room.