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All of this with Cole just feels soright. The way he holds me as we sway along to the music. The look in his eyes as he catches mine. The way our hands fit together perfectly.

Our relationship is still in its infancy, but I can already see myself falling hard for this man.

Hell, I think I started on that journey almost four years ago.

When the song ends, there’s a tenderness in Cole’s eyes that I’ve not seen before.

It’s not desire. It’s… passion. Warmth.Endless affection.

He lightly grabs my arm, leading me to an empty hallway. Once we turn a corner and are out of sight of the reception, my back is against the wall, and Cole’s lips are on mine.

Our kiss starts out soft before becoming more sensual.

This doesn’t feel like the kisses we normally share. We haven’t kissed much outside of the bedroom yet, so they’re usually hot and heavy.

But that isn’t what this is.

This kiss is sweet.

Passionate.

All-consuming.

A promise that this is more than just infatuation.

We’rereal, and he’ll do whatever it takes to be everything I need.

When I tangle my fingers in the loose strands of his hair and deepen our kiss, I hope he can see that I’m promising him the same thing.

After Cole and I sneak back into the reception, I head straight to the bar. I need to get my bearings again after my boyfriend just kissed the life out of me.

I lean forward and rest against the bartop after the bartender hands me a new glass of Merlot. I take a long sip and exhale, working to gather my composure.

“Having a good night, Rory?” I hear a deep voice from beside me.

I turn and smile. “It’s been a great night. But you already know that. You’re the Best Man, after all.”

Lane laughs. “They did good. This reception is fucking fun.”

“Where’s Sage?” I ask, looking around the room for the adorable toddler.

“With your dad,” he chuckles. “He’s barely let her go all night.”

“That man is in desperate need of some grandkids.”

Lane eyes me. “You’re an only child, Ror. Thinking about giving him some grandkids soon?”

I choke on my wine. Guess I set myself up for that one. “Hell no. I’m twenty-six. I don’t want kids yet.”

“Fair enough.” He takes a swig of his beer before a sly look washes over his face. “You and Cole will make some really cute kids, though.”

“W-what? Why would you say that?” I feel like I’m on fire right now. Is it possible for your entire body to blush?

“Cut the shit, Fisher,” he says, no bite to his words whatsoever. “You may think no one noticed, but I saw you two sneak off into the hallafteryou danced together. It’s really not that hard to put it together.”

I groan.

One day.

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