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“And miss my best friend's wedding?” I step closer to her and run my fingers softly over the bruise on her arm. “I’d rather die.”
“How about a dance, then?” I purr, taking her hand and already pulling her towards the dance floor.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and presses her body close against my chest. The music’s slow. Romantic. The dim lights cast wonderful shadows across her face. My hardness throbs against her stomach, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
We’re surrounded by hundreds of people, but it feels like we’re the only people in the whole entire world. Maybe this is what heaven’s like?
Somehow, I manage to make it through a few songs without stepping on her toes once.
I tell her how beautiful she is. She complains about her lost shoes.
We both comment on how nice the wedding ceremony was and how good it is to see our friends in love and then we both run out of things to say and we just stand in front of each other, looking at each other hungrily as the other guests drink and laugh and dance around us.
I’m just about to tell her something cheesy about how maybe it could be us up there someday, getting married, but my pager starts going off in my pocket.
I take it out and look at the text running across the screen. “Shit,” I growl.
“What is it?”
“Work,” I say, putting the little black device back in my pocket. “I hate to do this, but I’ve got to go.”
I pull her to me. She bites her bottom lip and looks up into my eyes. I press my lips against her mouth and she opens wide, kissing me back passionately. “This isn’t goodbye,” I tell her. “I’ll be coming back for you.”
“You better.” She slaps my chest playfully and I kiss her gently on the cheek.
Walking away, I can’t wipe the huge grin off my face. I’ve never felt so happy.
But duty calls, and the bad guys don’t give a shit about my love life. I just hope she’s still here when I get back… if I get back.
