Page 9 of The One I Love
I step next to Shane, who hesitantly puts his arm around my back. “Why is this reminding me of when we went to prom together?”
He chuckles. “Because our moms made us pose for more pictures than I think I’ve ever taken in my life.”
“One, two, three, smile!”
I lean in a little closer to Shane and can’t help but be taken aback by his cologne. Why does he smell so good? Does he always smell good? Also, why does his hand resting on my back have heat rays coming from it?
“Got it.”
I nod and step away from Shane, instantly missing the touch of his hand. “See you later?”
He nods. “Yeah. See you later.”
I turn to walk away but hear Shane’s voice before I get too far.
“You really do look beautiful.”
This stops me in my tracks. I turn slightly to him. I feel a blush come over me as I see him standing with his hand in his pockets, a shy smile on his face. “Thank you.”
Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I quickly walk back to where Betsy and the wedding planner are waiting. But not before I take one more look back to Shane, who is still staring.
“Amelia!”
I turn back around to see Betsy standing next to a very attractive man. “Um…hi.”
He smiles. “You must be Amelia.”
“I am.”
“Amelia, let me introduce you to Anthony Martinez. He’s a coach on the Fury.”
“Hi,” I say, holding out my hand. Wait, am I shaking this guy’s hand? What the hell am I doing? Luckily, he doesn’t leave me hanging. Because that would have been awkward.
“Nice to meet you, Amelia.”
“Likewise.”
I can’t say anything else because the wedding planner is whisper-yelling to get us all into places and shooing away the people not in the wedding party.
“I guess that’s my cue to leave,” Anthony says as he takesmy hand and presses a kiss to the top of it. “Save me a dance later?”
I nod, because that’s all I can do. I’m not blinking. I’m not breathing. I think I’m blacking out.
“Holy shit, girl,” Betsy says as she moves me into place, which partially brings me back to reality. “Am I a matchmaker or what?”
“Oh, Amelia! It’s like my prayer was answered!” That comes from my mom just as she begins to walk down the aisle.
“He’s cute, Mom. I approve.”
“Thanks,” I say as Mariah follows the mothers of the bride and groom. I go when I’m told, but I have no idea what I’m doing. All I can think about are the events of the last ten minutes.
Did an attractive man ask me to dance with him? Did he kiss my hand? Is Shane staring at me right now?
That last one really knocks me back to Earth. I know I should be looking around to the guests, smiling pretty and what not, but I can’t stop looking at Shane. Because I don’t think he’s stopped looking at me.
Why is he looking? I know not a lot else is going on, and many people are looking at me, but Shane’s stare feels different. I don’t know what it is, but it’s freaking me out.
When I get to the end of the aisle, I let out a breath and say a thank you to our Lord and Savior Dolly Parton for not letting me trip in these heels. I watch as Betsy comes down the aisle, and because I can’t help myself, I look over to see how Wes is holding up. Except I never make it to Wes. I stop on Shane, who’s still looking at me.
