Page 46 of The Love Trick

“I’ll always dance with you.”

“Even when we have walkers and wheelchairs?” I look over at him, his amber eyes focused on me.

“Especially when we have walkers and wheelchairs.” He chuckles. “By then, we’ll have perfected our dance moves. We’ll be the best there is.”

“Yeah?” I say, tilting my head. “But by then, you’ll probably be married to some exotic model, and she probably won’t like you dancing with me. You’ll be too busy dancing with her.”

He frowns. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you and I both know that we can’t be friends like this forever. That’s just not how life works.” I pull my gaze away from him, staring at the rows of buttons on the elevator wall. When the doors slide open, he steps forward, his body pressing against my back.

“Come on, Addy. Let’s get you into bed.”

I nod, and as I take the step forward into the hallway, I glance down, suddenly realizing his fingers arestillinterlaced with mine…

And not a soul is watching us.

Chapter Seventeen

Blaze

I’mstaringattheceiling as I lay here in bed. Addy’s breathing deeply and steadily beside me—well, on the other side of the pillow wall that I put dead center on the bed. The last thing I needed was to wake up holding her like I did before. I mean, she insisted it was nothing, but it felt like a lot more than nothing tome.

Taking a breath, I run my hands over my face. The wedding activities will be over after today. I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.

Just one more night playing pretend in front of her family.

Then we’ll fly home in a couple days, and everything will be back to normal.

My stomach knots up for whatever reason, and I wonder if I should’ve ever agreed to do this. I can’t blame Addy for any of the things that’ve happened between us since we got here, either.

It’s been allme.

I mean, I almost kissed her thefirstnight.

I guess my obsession with her in college never really went away.

“Oh my gosh,” Addy groans from beside me. “I hate my life.”

I chuckle, turning my head to look at her, but all I see are …pillows.I frown and grab the one closest to my face and toss it across the room so I can see Addy. She’s face down, her blonde hair messy and cascading across the white sheets.

“You had a lot of wine last night,” I say, reaching out and poking her shoulder. All the thoughts of regret disappear as I gaze down at her, and my worries trickle away.

She lifts her head, narrowing her eyes at me. “Why did you let me drink so much?”

“I tried to cut you off.” I brush the silky strands of hair away from her flawless, bare face. As my skin grazes hers, a surge of electricity sizzles through me, igniting every nerve ending in my body. But I ignore it. Just like I did in college. It’s about priorities—and Addy is everything to me. As a friend.

“Well.” She sighs. “I guess I can’t be mad at you, then.”

“I’d prefer you not be mad.” I chuckle, pushing myself up to a sitting position. I hate sleeping in a T-shirt, but I’ve done it every night since we got here. It seems wrong to go to bed in just my boxers. So, I’ve been sleeping in shorts and a T-shirt every night. It sucks.

“I’m gonna have to spend pretty much the entireafternoon getting ready for the wedding,” Addy tells me, propping herself up on her elbow.

I flip the covers off myself and slide out of bed. “Yeah, well, we can hang out until you have to go. Then, I’ll probably just hit the gym before the wedding.”

“I wish you were walking me down the aisle.”

I nearly choke on air, spinning around to look at her with wide eyes. “What?”

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