“See what?” I whisper.

“That moment when you realized I might be the right guy for you after all,” he says with confidence.

Just before he kisses me.

Ten

Isaac

Her lips are soft and she tastes like wine and Amelia, which I can’t particularly identify, but I know it when I taste it. Like I’m tasting her.

Right now.

I keep the kiss simple. I touch her face. Cradle her smooth cheek. Nibble at her lips. Pull away when a soft whimper leaves her, like she wants more. She blinks her eyes open, oblivious to all the dudes that were just vying for the garter who are all now hooting and hollering their approval of our kiss.

Smiling at her, I let my hand drop and grab hers once more. “Let’s pose for the camera.”

She nods, looking a little confused. A lot stunned. “Okay.”

The wedding photographer chooses that exact moment to appear with her giant camera, asking us to pose. Asking all the guys behind us to get off the dancefloor. We snap a couple of photos together, and I take the opportunity to slip my arm around Amelia’s slender waist and hold her close. She fits perfectly against my side.

Of course she does.

Once we’re done taking photos, we slowly make our way back to the table, never letting go of each other’s hand. Only when we’re settled in our seats do we finally break our shared link. I toss the garter on the table. She holds the bouquet up to her nose and breathes deeply, like she’s trying to inhale it. The tiny smile curling her perfect lips when she lowers the bouquet is sweet.

Beautiful.

Charlie and Candice are about to cut the cake. I scoot my chair in closer to Amelia’s and lean over so I can whisper in her ear, “You think he’ll shove cake in her face?”

Amelia slowly shakes her head, never taking her gaze away from the married couple as they stand before the towering cake, both of them clutching the knife together. “No way. She’d get so mad. Candice expects things to be a certain way.”

“Charlie likes to cause trouble,” I point out, staring at her neck. It’s long and smooth and pale. I imagine kissing it. Feeling her shiver beneath my lips.

“I’m sure they’ll come to a reasonable compromise,” Amelia says.

“Uh huh.” I lean back in my chair once more, enjoying the way Charlie teases Candice, like he really is going to shove the cake in her face. But at the last second, she parts her lips and he gently presses it into her mouth instead.

The smug look Amelia sends my way tells me she’s pleased with the results. “Told ya. No way would Candice let Charlie mess her up.”

I smile at Amelia, thinking of all the many ways I could mess her up. “Guess you know your friends pretty well.”

“I do.” Her smile softens. “I have some of the best friends in the world, though I wasn’t a very good friend to them the last few years.”