I huffed out a laugh and shook my head, glancing down at the ground. “Not quite.”
“I don’t know about that. Those kisses y’all’ve shared looked pretty blissful.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I said under my breath.
Nash’s brows flew up. “That so?”
“Nothing’s happened. Not really.”
“Well, something has, otherwise you wouldn’t have said a thing.”
I pressed my lips together, intent on keeping my mouth shut. But he just met my gaze head on, half smirk on his smug face and brow raised as if to say,Hurry up already.I’ve got shit to do.
I exhaled a deep sigh. “Fine. This mornin’, we decided to kiss—you know, a trial run so our first wouldn’t be in front of God and everybody else when we were supposed to be madly in love.”
He nodded. “Seems logical.”
“Yeah, well, as soon as we got our lips on each other, logic left the building. And if June hadn’t walked in, I don’t know where we would’ve ended up.”
He whistled low under his breath, tucking his hands into his pants pockets and rocking back on his heels. “Well, that’s nottoobad.”
“I’m not done.”
“Oh…shit.”
“She left to take care of the kids, and I took care of…well, you know.”
Nash chuckled and nodded. “Been there a time or two.”
“Except that as I—” I raised my eyes, glancing around at everyone milling far too close for me to feel comfortable having this talk candidly. I cleared my throat. “—was nearly there, she opened the door just in time to witness me cross the finish line.”
Instead of reassuring me like I’d hoped he would, Nash guffawed loud and long, propping his arm on my shoulder just to hold himself up.
“Thanks, man. Appreciate the support,” I said, trying to shove him off me.
He recovered with barely a stumble, still trying to get his laughter under control. “Sorry, sorry. How much did Nat tease you about your, uh, little man?”
“She didn’t.”
“She…didn’t?”
“Nope. And if I’ve been readin’ her right, she was just as affected by not only the kiss but also the show as I was.”
Nash hummed as he crossed his arms, bracing his legs shoulder-width apart. “So, what’re you gonna do about it? Technically, you are a married couple, and married couples enjoy those sorts of activities. Or so I’ve been told.”
I chuckled under my breath and scanned the crowd until my eyes locked on Nat. Camera in hand, she moved throughout the space, her grace and confidence something I was so used to when it came to her. But one thing I wasn’t used to where she was concerned was this sense of possessiveness, knowing shewore my ring. She’d be in my bed tonight and every night for the foreseeable future. And no matter how fake this marriage was, my feelings for her certainly felt real.
“I have no fucking idea what I’m gonna do about any of it.”
Just then, Nat lifted her gaze and connected it with mine, and even through the distance between us, that stare shot straight to my cock.
Nash whistled low under his breath, obviously seeing the interaction. “Shit, man. All I know is, if Rory looked at me like that, we’d already be on our way home.”
The only problem was, home held more questions than answers, and now those questions were topped with a heaping desire to rip each other’s clothes off.
CHAPTER TWENTY
NAT
