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“You are going to have to refresh my memory,” she says.
“I’m Liam Harmon,” I say, putting my hand out to shake hers again. “So you do recognize me, and you just needed your memory to be jogged?”
“Maybe,” she says. “Youdolook a bit familiar. But I wouldn’t be able to put my finger on where I know you from.”
“You probably know me from memes, your social media apps. Things like that.”
She laughs as her hand slips away from mine.
“I don’t use social media,” she says. “I don’t use dating apps, I don’t do any of that.”
“But you do think you know me from somewhere?”
“I don’t know. Maybe not. You just have a familiar-looking face.”
“I’ve been told I look like a cartoon prince, maybe that’s where you know me from.”
“And this is your idea of an ordinary day?”
“Not anymore.”
Her lips part and I could just take her right here. I feel my cock ache with desire for her. I know nothing about her except that this isnother wedding day. That, and she has no clue who the hell I am.
“I don’t think I caught your name, miss,” I say, and she breathes deeply and looks away from the group of girls behind me before her glance rises and her eyes meet mine.
“Oh, my name’s Anna,” she says.
“Anna,” I say, “I’ve never been happier to find out it wasn’t the most important day of someone’s life.”
Anna
Up close, he’s hotter than I thought.
Maybe several years older than me. Thick brown hair I could lace my fingers through. Lips that are perfect for kissing and…
I felt my stomach flip and my body clench the first time he shook my hand. The second time he shook my hand, I felt my head swim. Because the first time he shook my hand, he was just being polite. The second time, he didn’t have to do it. He didn’t have to be polite.
And right now, I want him to be anything but polite.
Something tells me he can be rough. Dirty.Bad.
It’s the spark of something rebellious and forbidden in his eye. It’s the way he towers over me.
Oh, and it’s the fact that I am a virgin standing in front of a man who exudes sex.
It’s kind of ironic, and kind of fitting, all at once. The dress is real, but the reason I’m wearing it is completely for show. Technically, a woman should be wearing a wedding dress on the first day she has sex, right? All that waiting for marriage stuff and all.
But that’s not why I’ve waited. It’s just neverhappenedfor me. I don’t know why. It hasn’t been on purpose. It just hasn’t gone that way for me yet.
So it’s not really like I’ve waited at all. It’s like something out in the world is waiting forme. I haven’t felt like I’ve had much control over it.
It just hasn’t felt right yet.
It’s just been happenstance. Coincidence. And the fact that I’ve never had a boyfriend.
So with Liam standing over me, all sexy and big, with his eyes piercing into mine, all I can do is try to breathe.
“I’ve never heard someone say they werehappyit wasn’t someone’s wedding day,” I manage to say, swallowing thickly.
