I also put my face right into her hair just so I could get a whiff of her shampoo, and then, because apparently, I have zero self-control today, I lean in and pull a whole nose full of her.
Underneath the spritz of perfume are cherries and vanilla.
She feels so damned good pressed up against me. Soft in all the right places, her arms tight around my neck. She pulls away first.
My dragon stirs, rising under my skin, wanting more. Wanting to pull her back against me.
Then my dick decides this is a fine time to wake up as well.
In the middle of the damned chapel. At my best friend’s wedding. With a minister standing ten feet away.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
She steps back, smiling up at me with those big eyes. “You did good with the rings. Very smooth.”
“I only had one job.”
“Over here, Magma.” Flint waves at me from a small table where Robyn and Ridge are standing over the open register.
“I’ll see you outside?” I ask Carla, lifting my brows.
She nods, and I make myself walk away from her.
“You need to be a witness,” Flint tells me as I get closer.
Great.
I get to sign the official record of Ridge and Robyn’s marriage while sporting a semi.
Fuck me.
“I would be honored,” I tell them.
Robyn signs first. Then Ridge. Flint is next up, and then me; my name going down under theirs as witness.
It’s done.
I hug the happy couple, one after the other, wishing them all the best, even though they don’t need my wishes. They have everything they need. Ridge holds on to me for an extra beat and thumps my back twice, and when I pull away, his eyes are wet again.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people more in love.
It’s sickening, actually, but in a good way.
That’s when I spot Brook hovering off to the side, hands folded in front of her, giving us space. I smile and wave her over, and she comes to join me, and I hug her. This female is a damned saint. I swear it. Any other woman would have thrown a drink in my face after the conversation we had in the car, and instead she’s here, smiling, playing her part like a champ.
“You did great,” Brook says as we pull apart. She pats my lapel once, straightening it.
Then she turns to the newlyweds. “Congrats. I’m Brook, by the way.”
“Yes, of course.” Robyn beams at her. “You and Magma are dating. I think it’s amazing. You have yourself a real catch.”
“Don’t I know it.” She winks at me as she hugs Robyn.
For the millionth time, I find myself wishing I could feel something for her in that way.
I feel nothing, because I’m an idiot.
No, it’s my dragon. He has things all muddled.Asshole!
