I wouldn’t be able to call her at all hours of the day to come over if I needed her. I supposed I could if I really needed to, but I’d feel guilty for making her take time away from her wife. I had to share her now, and it wasn’t going to be easy.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought she looked beautiful. I turned to Mackenzie, who was now looking so brightly at Fallon without a dry eye.
“She looks beautiful,” I whispered.
She shook her head. “No. She’s perfect.”
After the sweetest exchange of vows and a loving kiss, I officially had two married best friends. How fucking surreal!
The wedding was absolutely perfect, and Fallon’s little brother, Caleb, was the cutest little ring bearer, and instead of a flower girl, they had Rylee’s son, Greyson, as the flower boy.
I was even surprised to see Mackenzie’s dad sitting in the crowd next to a sweet old couple I knew as their neighbor’s. The man, Robbie, I believe, gave Mackenzie’s dad a skeptical glare here and there, but her father’s smile never wavered as he watched his daughter marry the love of her life.
After the ceremony, I found Blair and forced myself not to reach out for her. “That was a beautiful wedding.” She smiled sweetly as we walked to the reception, which was inside the venue space.
“Yes, it really was. I’m glad you came with me.” Kaia was several paces ahead of us, and I took a chance during the rare private moment to graze my fingers against hers, just barely.
My heart warmed when she smiled softly at the contact. “I’m glad I could be a part of it.”
When we sat down at our table, I took the opportunity to rub her leg underneath where no one could see. Her skin was so soft, and I wanted to move my hand further along her thigh.
“You look incredible,” I whispered. Everyone else was in their own deep conversations, and Mackenzie and Fallon were making heart eyes at each other and in their own little world.
I was grateful everyone was distracted enough not to notice how close I was to Blair. We were sitting too close for “just friends,” but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Okay, maybe if she was in my lap, but I figured that might’ve given us away.
Kaia was the only one at the table who knew part of the truth, and I suspected Mackenzie wasn’t too far behind. She was annoyingly perceptive sometimes.
Blair blushed as if she had no idea how perfect she was. “Thank you. I must say I could get used to seeing you in a dress. You look very sexy.” She caressed my thigh, and I begged for her to move her hand up a few more inches.
“I much prefer for you to see me out of my dress, darling,” I whispered, causing her to choke on her drink.
The whole table turned to look at us as I started lightly patting her back.
“Are you all right, Blair?” Kaia asked.
Blair nodded. “Yeah, sorry. It went down the wrong pipe, I think. All good here.”
Luckily, that seemed to assuage the group, and they all returned to their conversations while Blair turned back to me and glared. I was barely able to contain a chuckle, so I shrugged. “What?”
“That was not funny!” She tried to sound angry, but the small smirk and the tint of red coloring her cheeks gave her away.
I placed my hand on her thigh and drew dainty circles and leaned in closer, seeing the slight fluttering of her lashes as she tried to keep her composure. “I wasn’t joking, love. You will see this dress on the floor later,” I whispered with a wink. She shivered under my touch, and I decided to stop teasing her. For now.
It was so easy to get her going, but I wasn’t immune to my own words. Just picturing how the night would unravel later had me desperate to get her alone.
We sat and watched the couple’s first dance beforeeveryone else joined in. While we were sitting in a comfortable silence, I couldn’t help but graze my fingers against hers. I wanted to hold her as I watched my best friend dance with her wife.
I snuck a glance at Blair and noticed she was doing the same as she returned the favor and linked our fingers together. She was smiling brightly at me, and I couldn’t handle it anymore. Seeing how perfect she looked in her dress and the way she was looking at me forced me onto my feet.
“What—”
“Dance with me, darling.” I held out my hand and she hesitated for a moment.
“Are… are you sure?” Her gaze bounced from all the couples dancing, to the brides, and back to my outstretched hand.
“Baby, my best friend just got married. and all I want is to celebrate with you. Dance with me… please?”
She continued to hesitate, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth.
