“Will you dance with me?”

My brows climb slightly higher as I look from him, to where I can see Anna at a table talking with an older couple seemingly unaware that her husband is asking the woman who tried to poison her with laxative cake to dance. I offer him an uncertain look. “A-are you sure?”

“Of course!” He laughs, taking hold of my hand. “I gotta dance with my best friend at my own damn wedding.”

I manage a smile as he leads me to the dance floor, and I hold on to his shoulders while he holds on to my waist as we dance in time with the music, neither of us saying a word. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, but I avoid his imploring gaze for as long as I can before it finally becomes too awkward and I know I have to look at him. When I do, I know exactly what he’s thinking.

“You look real beautiful tonight, Murph.”

I blush once again, ducking my head in an attempt at hiding my flaming cheeks.

“You do,” he assures me with a nod. “But you’re always beautiful. You just don’t seem to realize it.”

I press my lips together to stifle the awkward smile threatening me.

“I need to be honest with you,” he begins, tentatively, and I meet his eyes, nodding as my smile falls at the sudden seriousness of his tone. “When you told me you and Harley were … together,” he says, his jaw slightly tense, “I was happy for you, but man, I was so fuckin’ scared.”

“Scared?” I ask, my brow furrowed in confusion at his unexpected admission.

“I was scared I was gonna lose you to him.” He nods, pressing his lips together a moment. “I’ve always been terrified of losing you to Harley.” I blink at him, sufficiently confused, but he just laughs at me. “He’s been head over heels in love with you since we were kids.” He chuckles. “It was only a matter of time before he stole you away from me, and I always knew that day would come.”

My heart stops. And, for a moment, I’m not sure whether I heard him correctly. My brows pull together in confusion and doubt as I gape at him. “W-what are you even talking about?”

Nash laughs softly to himself, looking down a moment before meeting my eyes once again and nodding with a genuine smile. “It’s true. He was so angry with me when I told him you and me kissed that very first time in your bedroom, remember?”

I nod slowly, still completely bewildered by what he’s saying, but I do remember the two of them getting into a tussle while throwing the football around at our hideout, not long after that first kiss. At first, I thought they were just playing like they always did, but then it turned serious, and when I broke it up, Harley pushed Nash so hard he fell to his butt, and then he stormed off, flashing me a look I hadn’t been expecting before disappearing off into the woods. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now …