Page 111 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

I leaned into my husband automatically. “You were watching?”

He grinned. “I always have my eyes on you, wife.”

Molly crossed her arms. “He is so full of it. He’s just being nosy.”

He squeezed my side. “Seriously, did he apologize?”

“Yes.”

“Did you at least make him sweat it out a little bit?”

I shrugged. “No, but he did offer to help, so maybe I’ll take advantage of that.”

He chuckled and pulled me in for a kiss. “Don’t go easy on him. Make him pay.”

Molly swatted his shoulder. “Hello, remember me? The wife of the man you are plotting against.”

Brooks slipped his hands into his pockets. “You live to drive that man crazy. I would think you would be fully on board with that plan.”

Molly laughed. “She’s my best friend. He’s my husband, so my loyalty is divided.” She patted my arm. “I’m going to say hello to your in-laws.” She gestured to where Brooks’ mom was rearranging the cupcakes on the dessert table, and his dad was walking around, taking pictures of everyone.

When she walked away, Brooks brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you sick of being the center of attention yet?”

I rested my head on his shoulder. “Why? What are you thinking?”

There was a slow curve to his lips like he was up to something. “I was thinking we should sneak out soon.”

I glanced around. “I don’t know. I think we are required to stay until we at least cut the cake.”

He turned me around in his arms and gave me a look that I was all too familiar with. “It’s our wedding. We can do whatever the hell we want. I haven’t kissed my wife properly since yesterday.”

“You just kissed me an hour ago when Tuck gave his best man speech.”

“That doesn’t count. We were being watched.”

I laughed and straightened out his tie. “Poor thing. You’ve been married less than a day, and you’re already feeling deprived?”

His gaze fell to my lips. “It feels like torture.”

“I’ll tell you what? How about we compromise?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got my attention.”

“I’m going to dance with Marty. You go take a few pictures with your mom, and then I’ll meet you in the bathroom upstairs in fifteen minutes.”

He groaned dramatically. “You know my mom. That could take forever.”

I shrugged. “That’s marriage, babe. It’s called compromise. You better get used to it.”

He smiled at me in a way that made my knees go weak. “I love you.”

I shoved his chest playfully. “I know. Now go smile for the camera. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

He watched me walk over to Marty and lead him to the dance floor. It was ridiculous how he still made me feel like a giddy teenager. We were surrounded by all these people, yet all I could think about was finally getting a few minutes alone with him.

Fifteen minutes later, I walked inside the venue and made my way upstairs toward the bathrooms.

“You’re late,” he said the second I reached the landing.

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