Now we’re done with the eating, the speeches, and the cake cutting. We’ve finally reached the good part: dancing.
Molly, despite the many years we’ve known each other, has never had the privilege of experiencing my moves firsthand. I already have a limo waiting to whisk us away to the nearest hotel, but first, I’m going to show her exactly what she’s been missing.
“Come dance with me,Pahe,” I whisper, plucking her drink from her hand and twirling her away from the bridesmaids.
She laughs, allowing me to spin her across the room and onto the dance floor.
The band strikes up a heavy, sultry number, and I lead her into a salsa. Her eyes flash with heat as I dip and twirl her, her delighted laughter turning husky as I pull her closer. The song ends, and I finish with a swoon-worthy dip, holding her low as her chest heaves with laughter.
“You’re really good at this,” she says, grinning up at me.
“Pahe,” I murmur, slowly pulling her back up, only to slide her down my body, savoring the press and drag of her curves. “You have no idea.”
“Fuck it, let’s go.” She snatches my hand, her eyes dark with intent, and pulls me toward the exit.
But before we make it to the door, a commotion erupts from the other side of the room.
“How dare you?” Candy’s voice rings out, sharp and loud in the sudden silence.
“Well, what else was I meant to think?” one of Molly’s brothers—one of the twins, though I can’t tell which from this distance—growls back.
I glance toward the bride and groom. My brother catches my eye and jerks his head toward the door, giving me a wink.
I lift my chin in thanks, turning to Molly.
I shouldn’t have bothered. She’s already made up her mind.
“Nope.” Molly shakes her head, tightening her grip on my hand. “Not my circus, no longer my monkeys. Let’s get out of here while we still can.”
I laugh, following her out of the reception hall and into the night.
Pulling her down a quiet side street, I stop in front of the sleek black limo waiting for us at the curb.
“You planned this?” she asks, blinking in surprise.
“Pahe,I plan everything.”
She laughs, sliding into the backseat.
“Where to?” the driver asks.
“Home,” Molly whispers, her beautiful eyes glowing in the dark. “Our home.”
Fuck, I love that.
The limo pulls away from the curb, the privacy screen sliding into place.
“I love you, Molly Archer,” I say, my voice low but steady.
“And I love you, Joshua Greenfeld,” she replies, her gaze soft and full of warmth.
I pull her into a kiss, slow and deep, savoring the taste of her. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I file this moment away, knowing it’s one I’ll never want to forget.
Roll credits. We’ve hit our happily ever after.
EPILOGUE 2
MOLLY
