None of that preparation makes any difference at all because here he is and he looks incredible. He’s in dark jeans and a white T-shirt that stretches tight across his chest and his shoulders. My mouth goes dry looking at him, so I stop looking and take a sip of my diet soda instead.
“That’s cool,” I say. “You can hold me to it.”
“Something else to consider: you’re also working out really hard. You told me you’re pushing heavier weights.”
I laugh. “I’m up to five pounds now. That’s hardly heavy, Robyn.”
My gaze drifts back to the entrance, and I can’t help but notice that Magma’s arms are like tree trunks. He’s let some stubble grow in, enough to trace the line of his jaw and gather around his mouth. It’s a good look on him.
I snap my mouth closed.
Act normal.
Pay attention to Robyn.
“Still, it’s five pounds heavier than you were lifting a few weeks ago.”
“I wasn’t pushing any weights a few weeks ago.”
“My case in point. And keep in mind that muscle weighs more than fat. That’s probably why the scale isn’t moving as much as you want it to.”
I hadn’t thought of that. It actually makes me feel considerably better. “You know, you’re right. I want everything to be perfect for next week. I’m being too hard on myself.”
“It will be perfect. I’m marrying the man of my dreams. Let’s go and say hi to the guys.” She grabs my hand and pulls.
My stomach drops.
We walk across the room, and he’s closer with every step. I have to force myself to keep breathing. He’s talking to Cathrine, his dark head dipped slightly, saying something that makes her smile. He hasn’t seen me yet.
The man is better up close. How is that possible?
My mind offers me an image I hadn’t specifically asked for. His mouth on me. His cock deep inside me. His face when he let go.
Now is absolutely not the time.
“Magma,” Robyn says.
He turns.
His eyes land on mine, and my heart goes a little nuts inside me.
I want to smile. Instead, I just stand there and look at him like a complete idiot.
“It’s so good to see you,” Robyn tells him, and she steps in to hug him. His eyes don’t move from mine.
They’re freaking beautiful. I’d almost forgotten how gorgeous and how intense. It’s like he can see right into me.
I make myself look away. I’ve been staring, and I know it. I look at one of the pews, composing myself.
“You too, Robyn,” he says. “Your sister looks just like you.”
Robyn laughs. “Thanks for coming.” She pulls back, eyes happy. “You two know each other already.”
Yes, we do!
I look up at him. I manage a smile, but I think it might be a little wooden.
My stomach clenches. I feel nauseous again.
