Page 3 of Something Old

As soon as we are out of the church, I pull my arm away from hers.

The show is over.

I can get a drink now.

I walk away from the bridal party towards the reception hall. Getting annoyed with Leora follows me. I turn around to confront her.

“I think you should stay with your friends.” I snap.

“Mm. Maybe you didn’t get the memo, Mas, but you and I are paired up for the entire night. There are dances, and speeches and photographs - every groomsman is paired with a bridesmaid - and you and I are basically on a date tonight.”

I shake my head. “We arenoton a date, Leora. And right now, I need a moment alone. You can find me when I have groomsmen duties.”

She grabs my arm.

“Right now, actually, it’s time for the photographs.” Leora says.

She giggles as she pulls me in the opposite direction of the bar. For fuck sakes. Are you kidding me right now?

I sigh and walk with the rest of the group towards the photographer.

It’s going to be such a fucking long day.

Leora is all over me. Her arm slipped through mine again as she leans into me as though we are long lost lovers. I remain stiff. Not responding to her touch delisted the fact that having such abeautiful girl this close to me is causing a physical reaction in my body.

I’ll just have to get over it.

Nothing good will come of giving in to Leora Alesso’s advances.

CHAPTER TWO

Leora

The reception is thrumming with music and people talking and loud laughter. Everyone is in an incredible mood and enjoying the celebrations - everyone - that is - except my date.

Masaccio has always been such a serious looking, brooding type of guy. Technically, I should view him as boring as all hell - but he’s so freaking hot. And being the sexiest guy, I’ve ever met in my life - it makes his dark, bad-boy attitude irresistible.

I stand up from the table where we are seated together for the bridal party and reach out to grab his hand. “Come dance with me.” I say, pulling at him. He doesn’t budge. He throws me the same stern look he’s been giving me all night.

I grin, ignoring it. “Dance with me, Mas.” I say again, batting my eyelashes at him.

He rolls his eyes, and I watch the muscles along his jaw feather.

Dammit. So sexy.

“I don’t dance.” Mas replies.

“Don’t be silly, Mas, dance with the girl.” Isabelle looks up from a conversation she was having with Frankie. The newlyweds look so happy tonight. My heart explodes with jealously that they found each other. I turn my attention back to Mas. He can’t say no to the bride’s request.

“Fine.” He says gruffly, standing up. He’s so much taller than me I have to tilt my head almost all the way back to look up at him. He’s taller than almost everyone at this wedding.

He walks ahead of me towards the dance floor, not holding my hand or even bothering to check if I’m following him.

I am, though.

On the dance floor, he turns towards me, and I step close to him to wrap my arms around his neck. His hands slip around my waist, leaving heated trails on my skin where he touches me.

I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve never even kissed a guy. My father would lock me in a room and throw away the key if I even talked about something like that.

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