Page 49 of Truth or More Truth
He whispers, “I know the lyrics.”
My eyes close, and we sway back and forth to the music a few more seconds before I reply, “You do?”
“Yes. They played this for us, didn’t they?”
Every time his lips touch my ear and his five o’clock shadow brushes against my jawline, my legs grow a little weaker as my heart speeds up past the limit of what can possibly be healthy.
“I-I think so.”
My eyes open in alarm when his face moves away from mine, but when I see the heated look in his eyes, I know I’m not alone in what I’m feeling.
“Are you done fighting the feeling?” he asks.
He grips my waist even more tightly than he already was, as ifhe senses I can’t support my own weight at the moment. It’s not surprising, since I’ve stopped swaying.
“Are you?” I reply, and I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.
“The oars are gone, baby.”
Oh. My. Word. I’ve always rolled my eyes when I’ve read about women swooning, but suddenly I can relate.
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Iwant to kiss Melissa so badly right now it physically pains me not to do so, but I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of a few hundred people. Not all of them are paying attention to the two of us, but when I glanced around before I first pulled her into my arms, I noticed most of the rest of the wedding party’s eyes were glued to us, and I knew exactly why. But right now, I only have eyes for the woman in my arms, whose body I’m currently supporting while we both consider the potential impact of what we just revealed to each other.
Deep down, I know this is a bad idea. There’s a reason I don’t get close to women, especially those I really like. My life is not conducive to a relationship—especially not a long-distance one—and I can’t imagine how it ever will be. I don’t want to hurt Melissa, but I also don’t think I can stop whatever is happening between us.
“As soon as this song is over,” Melissa murmurs when she regains her ability to hold herself up and begins swaying again, “we’re finding ourselves a quiet corner,” she pauses, “of an empty room.”
I let out a belly laugh. That was not what I expected her to say, but I’m all for it. Except for one thing.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” I say, and I don’t miss the briefflicker of dismay in her eyes, “but I’ve already promised the next dance to another lady.”
Confusion fills her gaze for a second before a smile spreads across her face. “Of course. You can’t disappoint Emily.” She peers over her shoulder. “You think she’s watching us?”
I chuckle. “There’s no doubt in my mind she hasn’t taken her eyes off us, and I’ll be getting an earful from her in a minute about what she thinks she’s seen.”
One of Melissa’s hands slides up into my hair, and her fingernails lightly scratch my scalp, sending electricity down my spine. “And what do you think she thinks she’s seen?” she asks flirtatiously.
“A man who has stopped fighting his feelings,” I readily admit, “but who is also very much fighting his desire to kiss you right here and now.”
“Thanks for fighting that,” she says. “Not that I don’t want you to kiss me, but I’m afraid we’d get a rousing round of applause from our friends if we did it here and now.”
I glance away from Melissa for a second and then back. “Wendy looks like she’s about to pull half the muscles in her face, her smile is so big.”
Melissa giggles. “I believe that one hundred percent.”
As the song draws to a close, I reluctantly release her waist, but then I take her hand and lead her back to our table. “Don’t go too far,” I whisper in her ear as I straighten and smile at Emily.
Wendy intercepts me as I take a step away from Melissa and toward the little girl.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Wendy demands.
I shrug. “I promised the next dance to another lady.”
“B-but—” she sputters.
