He makes the rumbly sound again. “Well, you’re drunk and probably won’t remember this.”
“Do you really think love is supposed to be scary?”
He looks past me and out onto the dance floor, his eyes following the shape of someone I can’t see. “To be honest, I don’t give a fuck about what love is supposed to be. I look at her, and I feel it. That’s enough for me.”
I rest my chin in my hands and watch him watch her. Cole is a wise man. He has some secrets figured out, and maybe if I watch him long enough, I can figure them out too. Maybe I can figure out why seeing him and Roxy dance and laugh and be in love together makes me feel like crying happy tears and punching something in the face at the same time.
Or maybe I’ll have more champagne.
“Oh, hey.”
I know that voice. It comes from over my shoulder, but I don’t have to turn my head to know who it is.
Now I remember what I was trying to forget.
I’ve spent all night avoiding Zach. I’ve also been staring at him every time I’m sure he’s not looking. I just want to pull him onto the dance floor and jump around doing stupid moves. I want to ask him what he thought of the ceremony, if he cried, if he likes my dress.
Only everything is wrong and spinning, and I had way too much champagne.
“Hey, man.” Cole gets up from his chair. I want to whisper, ‘Don’t leave me,’ but I stay quiet. “It’s Zach, right? You’re part of the Taverne Toulouse crowd?”
“That would be me, yes.”
Cole tilts his chin in my direction. “So you know DeeDee?”
“Uh, yes. We’re friends.”
I still can’t see him, but he almost sounds nervous.
“Well, she’s hammered.”
“Oh, Jesus lord.”
I snort.
He is such a dork.
He steps forward enough that I can see him out of the corner of my eye. I slowly turn my head.
“DeeDee?” he asks. “You okay?”
“Maybe.” I blink at him. His eyes are so blue. “Maybe not.”
Then I throw my head back and laugh.
Zach looks at Cole again. “I see what you mean. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”
“Thanks.”
They do some sort of manly-man handshake thing and Zach congratulates Cole on the wedding before he takes off.
“Aww, that was cute. You guys are like besties now.”
“DeeDee.” Zach slumps into the seat beside me, but now I’m staring at the table cloth, and I don’t look up. “DeeDee, hey. Are you okay?”
“Hmm. I had a lot of champagne.”
“You don’t say.”
