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My cheeks flush, and I immediately regret the outburst.
It’s a strange, tense moment, and I quickly redirect my attention back to the photos. But the air between us has shifted, and it’s undeniable. His eyes follow me as I walk away.
Later, during the reception, I find myself circling the dance floor, taking candid shots of the happy couple as they share their first dance. The music swells, and the guests surround them in a soft glow. But my attention keeps slipping back to Noah.
He’s standing near the bar now, talking to a few other guests, but his gaze keeps catching mine across the room. He’s got a quiet, commanding energy that draws people in, but when he finally walks over to where I’m standing, I freeze for a second. He’s close, too close, and I suddenly feel that familiar flutter in my chest.
“Nice shot earlier,” he says, his tone a little wry. “You caught me off guard there.”
I smile, my nerves settling into something lighter. “Well, someone had to remind you to behave.”
He smirks. “Maybe I needed the reminder.”
We fall into an easy, teasing banter, and I find myself enjoying the back-and-forth more than I expected. It’s strange, this chemistry, this magnetic pull between us. He’s charming and sharp, but there’s something more behind his eyes, something guarded.
It’s only been a few weeks since I broke up with Zack, but I’m already starting to feel likethis, whatever this is, feels like an unuttered agreement. A promise of what's to come.
Noah seems to sense it, too. His smile lingers, his eyes a little warmer than before.
However, before the moment can go any further, I pull away, raising my camera to capture a spontaneous moment of the bride and groom spinning across the floor.
The attraction is undeniable, but the timing is still off.
For now.
Chapter Two
Noah
I watch her move across the room, her camera swinging lightly at her side, as she weaves through the crowd toward the dance floor. Her focus is unwavering, lost in her work, just as it should be.
But there’s something about her.
Blossom. At least, that’s what I heard Kelsey call her.
I’ve noticed her all day: her energy, her quick smile, and the way she handles herself with such grace despite the whirlwind of activity. It’s hard to ignore her.
She’s got this effortless charm, even in the middle of all the chaos. Her dark blue shirt hugs her frame just right, and her black slacks fit her perfectly. It’s nothing flashy, nor over the top.
The way she moves is confident, casual, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She has a captivating quality.
I don’t know why I’m so drawn to her. I can’t explain it.
Maybe it’s the way her green eyes catch the light, or how she seems to light up the room without even trying.
Maybe it’s the subtle curve of her lips as she interacts with people—friendly, warm, genuine.
Maybe it’s the fact she’s a total fox. She’s easily the prettiest girl in this entire venue.
I drag my gaze away, but it’s hard to keep my eyes off her. Maybe it’s just the moment, the way she fits in here, or maybe it’s justher.
I push my drink toward the bartender, turning away from the scene and trying to focus on something else. But I feel the pull again, and it makes me wonder if I’m just imagining things or if she feels it too.
I take a slow sip of my drink, letting the amber liquid settle in my chest. The weight of the glass in my hand does little to dull the ache that’s been with me for years now. The ache of loss, of loneliness. I try not to think about it, but the thoughts creep in anyway.
It’s been five years since she passed. Four years since my world shifted. My wife. The one person I trusted with everything. But now she’s gone, and it’s like I’ve been wandering through life, frozen in time, unable to move forward.
I think about Blossom again.
