Mason lifted his head. “I want to see that photo. And I guess I can share you for a few hours until she passes out.”
I brushed my lips over his and sat up, the sheet dropping to my lap, exposing my nude body. Mason groaned behind me and tried to pull me back down, but I was quicker and stood up. I followed the trail of clothes and squeezed myself back into the dress.
“Can you zip me up?” I asked when I finally managed to pull my dress into place.
Mason was wearing his pants that were still unbuttoned and his shirt was open. He had never looked better and my eyes drank him in hungrily. He grinned at me knowingly and stepped behind me, slowly dragging the zipper up, making sure to graze his finger along my spine.
I shivered, the light touch enough to make me reconsider joining the party. When I was dressed he kissed my shoulder. “Let’s do this before I decide the dresser isn’t too heavy to push in front of the door.”
“Let me just fix my hair and makeup,” I said and dragged myself away from him and to the bathroom. The mirror confirmed my worst fears: I had just-been-fucked hair and my makeup had moved from where it was supposed to be to everywhere it wasn’t.
I cleaned up as best as I could with only mascara and lip gloss in my bag. At least my hair was easy to pin back and I had great skin, so I didn’t really need foundation anyway.
It took me only five minutes to get myself together again, and when I walked back into the bedroom Mason was fully dressed and sitting on the bed, tying his shoes.
“Ready?” he asked, looking up.
I nodded, no words forming at how much I loved watching him do something as simple as tying his shoes.
I couldn’t stop the big smile from spreading over my face as we walked downstairs hand in hand.
“Finally,” Willa greeted us when we stepped back outside. Jameson appeared next to her and put his arms around her, hugging her to him.
“You guys are lucky she’s easily distracted or she would have done more than just knock on the door. I don’t think you would have liked getting dragged back to the party,” Jameson said, looking at Willa with hearts in his eyes.
“True story,” Willa said and kissed his chin, since that was all she could reach.
I smiled at a tipsy Willa who looked happier than I had ever seen her. Maisie joined us, her cheeks flushed and her movements jerky. I guess I had missed out on some drinking.
“Estrella, you’re back,” she greeted me and opened her arms to hug me, clocking Mason on the jaw in the process.
“Maisie, looks like you’re having fun,” I said and chuckled when she rained kisses on my cheek.
“I’m having a great time. This is so much fun. Willa, your wedding is magical. Maybe if I rub your belly some of your magic will rub off on me,” Maisie said and turned to Willa and rubbed her belly.
Willa stuck out her midsection for better access. “Rub away, I’m feeling generous since it’s my wedding.”
Her eyes went soft on the last word and the permanent smile on her face seemed to grow bigger. “Time to dance, girlies.”
She stood back up and Maisie stopped her assault. “Stella, Maisie, you’re with me,” Willa declared and took both our hands. She dragged us to the dance floor. Jameson went up to the DJ and “Wannabe”by the Spice Girls came on.
Willa turned to us. “Okay, it’s showtime. We’re doing ‘the dance.’”
Maisie and I groaned. “That’s the most embarrassing thing you could have asked us to do,” I said and wished I had time for a few more drinks.
“It’s my wedding, and I dance how I want to. If I want you to do the chicken dance, then you’ll do the chicken dance,” Willa declared and strutted to the middle of the dance floor
“She’s got a point. And at least she isn’t making us do the chicken dance,” Maisie said and joined her.
“Not yet,” I whispered loudly and followed, because there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Willa. Even if it meant embarrassing myself in front of Mason. Because he was the only one I cared about. Hopefully he’d still find me attractive after this dance. Because it was anything but sexy.
She started doing what could be called a tap dance, if you had a good imagination. We joined in, the whole routine was coordinated down to the smallest arm movement. There were a lot of things you could do when you were trying to procrastinate writing an assignment. Drinking and making up dance moves was our preferred method.
We wiggled, we twirled, we hopped, we dropped down to the floor, and sidestepped until we hit the end of the dance floor. Then we did it all over again. Our grand finale was coming up and we moonwalked to the center of the dance floor again.
Willa ended our performance with a handstand, Maisie and I on each side, holding her legs up with one hand, the other arm pointed up. Willa’s underwear was showing and her head was buried under a mountain of tulle. It was the perfect ending to the show.
There was thunderous applause and once we helped Willa back upright we curtsied.
