Page 10 of Something Blue

“You grab Dalila. I’ll grab the bride.” Celso says, stepping towards me. Mas looks like he wants to argue, but he presses his lips together and leans down to scoop his sister off the floor. “Really, Dalila?” He huffs. “What’s Nevio going to say when he finds out you’re this drunk?”

“Really, Dalila.” She mocks him, pulling a face. “I alreadytoldNevio I’m onbest friend dutyfor like the entire night.” She sasses at him. “Oh my goodness I need to pee.”

“For fuck sakes.” Mas groans.

When Celso leans down and wraps his arms around my body, lifting me as though I weigh nothing at all and holding me cradled in his arms - I swoon.

Embarrassingly, I freaking swoon.

To make things worse - I rest my head on his shoulder and take a deep breath of his cologne. Oh. My. Goodness. He’s sexy. He leans his head into me, and his lips brush over my neck. It sends goosebumps washing over my skin. My entire body lights with need.

He carries me through to the main bedroom and carefully lays me down on the bed. I take his hand and squint at him, grinning, probably looking like a complete maniac.

“You’re kind of hot.” I giggle. The smile that spreads across his lips is tainted with darkness.

“Neve.” Dalila says in horror.

“Sorry.” I laugh louder, releasing Celso’s hand.

She rolls across the bed from where Mas dumped her unceremoniously next to me and punches me in the arm.

“You may not date my brother.” She says sternly, throwing me a dramatic, serious stare.

I giggle again and close my eyes. The entire room is spinning.

“Dalila—” I whisper.

“Mm—”

“Thank you.” I mumble.

“I’d do anything for you, babe. You mean the world to me.” She says, drunkenly draping her arm over me and snuggling herself into thepillow.

She’s asleep and snoring when Celso comes back into the room carrying water and tables.

“Sit up.” He demands, his voice so captivating that I do exactly as I’m told. Dalila’s arm flops off me but she carries on snoring.

“Take this, or you’re going to feel like death in the morning.” He hands me water and gestures for me to open my mouth.

Narrowing my eyes at him for a second I contemplate my life choices - my lips part.

He gently pushes two painkillers into my mouth, letting his fingers brush slowly across my lips.

A low growl rumbles through him.

Behind him Mas walks into the room.

“Let’s go.” He snaps. “We’ll come check on them tomorrow.”

Celso says nothing, but his eyes are like dreamy dark pools that are drawing me in.

That’s the last thing I remember before I pass out next to my best friend on what was supposed to be my wedding day.

CHAPTER FOUR

Celso

Mas and I walk out of the hotel together. He is muttering about what a shit show this entire thing was.

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