like she would never look at anything or anybody else again.
The words whirled around my head… vow from this day forward… in sickness and health…
I couldn’t help but remember something Jonas had said to me once. He’d said that monogamy wasn’t natural for any species, much less humans. I’d jumped to the offensive, but he had insisted I hear him out. When he was finished, the only thing I could think about was the fact that Mom and Dad, who to my knowledge had the best marriage possible, had two kids who still hadn’t settled down. Maybe Jonas’s theory had some merit, or maybe there was just something wrong with us. Wrong with me.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Cheers and catcalls filled the sanctuary and the din rose to deafening proportions as Seth took his new wife in his arms and dipped her low as he met her lips in a long kiss. We all applauded when he let her back up for air, and laughed when she pulled his head back down. So this was what it looked like, to be in love. Is that what we had looked like? I snuck a glance in Brody’s direction and to my surprise found his eyes looking back at me.
An embarrassed flush swept over my cheeks. How did he always know when I was thinking about him? He always knew.
Just then, he sidled up next to me. The rest of the guests were ogling the bride and groom who seriously needed to get a room before the private activities of the wedding night became very public.
“We should talk.”
I pulled my eyes away from the spectacle of my best friend and turned to Brody. I knew right away that meeting his eyes was a big mistake—butterflies fluttered as my sex clenched. God, he was gorgeous. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of looking into his chiseled profile. There was a bit of gray in his brown hair, not that it marred his appearance in the slightest. If anything, it only made those luminous eyes stand out more. How had I ever been able to resist him? Right now, I wasn’t sure.
“Shan?”
I nodded, unable to speak, and without waiting for my permission, Brody took my arm and led me out the back entrance. From the moment his touch seared through me, I knew I’d made a mistake by coming with him at all. I wasn’t as young as I used to be, I couldn’t put up with the endless nights of what-ifs anymore.
“We should go back. They’ll miss us.”
“I doubt it,” he chuckled. “No one even noticed we’d left.”
“But in a few minutes, they’ll—”
“Still be in happily married bliss. What’s up, Shana? Don’t you want to talk to me?”
I took in his raised eyebrow, his serious eyes and I almost collapsed into his arms right then and there. “It’s not that. Just I… you… we’re in the wedding party. There might be plenty of women to make up for my absence, but won’t Seth miss you?”
“No, I don’t think he will. I think he’ll know exactly who I’m with and what I’ll be doing.” With that, he pulled me close and I didn’t try to resist, not even when I saw his full, kissable lips heading for my own.
From the moment our lips met, I could feel myself melting into him, inch after reluctant inch. We shouldn’t be doing this— I shouldn’t be doing this. Not here, not now. Not with him. But I couldn’t seem to make myself stop, either; my body melded against his like it was made to be there, as though it hadn’t forgotten how to fit into his despite all the time that had passed between us. I could feel my panties beginning to dampen and when I pressed my legs tightly together—as though that could actually stop it—I could feel my thighs quivering in a wishful sort of anticipation. We still had an entire reception to go; it was too early for that. Damn it. I pulled away, breaking our kiss with reluctance.
“Hi to you too,” I murmured, my voice breathy.
He grinned, brazen as ever. “I thought I’d cut down on the small talk, save us some time,” he quipped. “You look… stunning.”
I looked down at my dress
The words whirled around my head… vow from this day forward… in sickness and health…
I couldn’t help but remember something Jonas had said to me once. He’d said that monogamy wasn’t natural for any species, much less humans. I’d jumped to the offensive, but he had insisted I hear him out. When he was finished, the only thing I could think about was the fact that Mom and Dad, who to my knowledge had the best marriage possible, had two kids who still hadn’t settled down. Maybe Jonas’s theory had some merit, or maybe there was just something wrong with us. Wrong with me.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Cheers and catcalls filled the sanctuary and the din rose to deafening proportions as Seth took his new wife in his arms and dipped her low as he met her lips in a long kiss. We all applauded when he let her back up for air, and laughed when she pulled his head back down. So this was what it looked like, to be in love. Is that what we had looked like? I snuck a glance in Brody’s direction and to my surprise found his eyes looking back at me.
An embarrassed flush swept over my cheeks. How did he always know when I was thinking about him? He always knew.
Just then, he sidled up next to me. The rest of the guests were ogling the bride and groom who seriously needed to get a room before the private activities of the wedding night became very public.
“We should talk.”
I pulled my eyes away from the spectacle of my best friend and turned to Brody. I knew right away that meeting his eyes was a big mistake—butterflies fluttered as my sex clenched. God, he was gorgeous. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of looking into his chiseled profile. There was a bit of gray in his brown hair, not that it marred his appearance in the slightest. If anything, it only made those luminous eyes stand out more. How had I ever been able to resist him? Right now, I wasn’t sure.
“Shan?”
I nodded, unable to speak, and without waiting for my permission, Brody took my arm and led me out the back entrance. From the moment his touch seared through me, I knew I’d made a mistake by coming with him at all. I wasn’t as young as I used to be, I couldn’t put up with the endless nights of what-ifs anymore.
“We should go back. They’ll miss us.”
“I doubt it,” he chuckled. “No one even noticed we’d left.”
“But in a few minutes, they’ll—”
“Still be in happily married bliss. What’s up, Shana? Don’t you want to talk to me?”
I took in his raised eyebrow, his serious eyes and I almost collapsed into his arms right then and there. “It’s not that. Just I… you… we’re in the wedding party. There might be plenty of women to make up for my absence, but won’t Seth miss you?”
“No, I don’t think he will. I think he’ll know exactly who I’m with and what I’ll be doing.” With that, he pulled me close and I didn’t try to resist, not even when I saw his full, kissable lips heading for my own.
From the moment our lips met, I could feel myself melting into him, inch after reluctant inch. We shouldn’t be doing this— I shouldn’t be doing this. Not here, not now. Not with him. But I couldn’t seem to make myself stop, either; my body melded against his like it was made to be there, as though it hadn’t forgotten how to fit into his despite all the time that had passed between us. I could feel my panties beginning to dampen and when I pressed my legs tightly together—as though that could actually stop it—I could feel my thighs quivering in a wishful sort of anticipation. We still had an entire reception to go; it was too early for that. Damn it. I pulled away, breaking our kiss with reluctance.
“Hi to you too,” I murmured, my voice breathy.
He grinned, brazen as ever. “I thought I’d cut down on the small talk, save us some time,” he quipped. “You look… stunning.”
I looked down at my dress
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