Page 68 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
I can hear the clinking of glasses sounding from around the room.
“I think they want us to kiss,” I whisper to him.
“They don’t have to ask me twice.”
Grayson plants his lips firmly on mine, and I deepen the kiss even more. I can hear hoops and hollers from around the room, as well as my dad yelling at Grayson to keep his tongue in his mouth.
“Ladies and gentleman, it is now time for the bride and groom’s first dance. Please join me in welcoming Mr. and Mrs. Grayson Gould to the dance floor.”
Grayson takes my hand in his and leads me out onto the floor, spinning me around gently as the first chords of Etta James’ “At Last” rings out from the speakers.
He pulls me in close and clasps me to his chest as we sway together.
“So, I guess this means no drinking and debauchery on our honeymoon, huh?” Grayson asks, whispering into my ear.
“Definitely no drinking, but the jury is still out on debauchery.” I laugh at my own joke and I can feel him shake with small chuckles.
“You’re still as funny as the day that I met you, Whitney.”
“Weird. I don’t remember telling any jokes that day.”
“Shut up, you’re ruining the sweet moment,” he says as he gazes at me with his deep blue eyes. In this moment, I can feel myself getting lost in them, as if I’m in a rickety rowboat on a roaring blue sea.
The song comes to an end much sooner than I wanted it to, and the sweet slowness of Etta James is replaced by a bumping beat and a booming voice announcing that it’s time to get funky.
As everyone gathers around us to join in on the dancing, Grayson tilts his head against mine.
“This is my happily ever after,” he whispers.
“Funny, because it’s also mine,” I whisper back.
He responds only with a kiss.
The End
