Page 4 of September's Kiss (Loving the Curvy Girl)

I tried to remember what had happened that night and figure out why she was so angry with me. I’d had a few drinks, danced, and then…

“Oh,” I said, the word barely a whisper. “I may have very gently kissed a giant.”

“If it wasn’t at my wedding reception I’d be very proud of you,” she said grudgingly.

“It was honestly just one kiss, Jen.” I blew out a sigh. “I can’t believe anyone even noticed.”

“Well,” she said sheepishly. “I don’t know if anyone did.”

“Dude.” I groaned. “I’m hungover, I didn’t even get his name, and you’re yelling at me for nothing?”

“Not for nothing,” she said haughtily. “You didn’t tell me.”

“You’re supposed to be on your honeymoon,” I reminded her. “Your twenty-eight-year-old sister kissing a guy shouldn’t even be on your radar right now.”

“And it wouldn’t be…if he hadn’t called Tommy at six this morning asking about you.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “I told you that you looked amazing in that dress.”

“He asked about me?” The news made me feel instantly better.

“Yeah,” Jen said. “I wasn’t really clear on what happened, neither was Tommy, so we didn’t give him your number. Do you want his?”

My heart was pounding. Did I? I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to have it. Even if I never used it.

“Text it to me,” I said.

“Are you going to call him?” she asked, her tone excited.

“No!” I insisted. “Look, I was buzzed and it was just a kiss.”

I was a liar. I remembered seeing him for the first time and feeling my world shift on its axis. I had honestly believed that I was going to marry that man. But that was just the cheap, screw-top Chardonnay I’d been drinking. If my parents had sprung for top shelf booze for the open bar, I wouldn’t have been hallucinating.

“If you’re not going to call him, why do you want his number?” she teased.

“In case I need to move a sofa,” I spat. “Look, I need to take an aspirin and go back to bed. Would you please go enjoy your honeymoon and forget about this?”

“Fine. Love you, brat,” she said.

“Love you more.” I hung up and dropped the phone on the bed with a sigh.

He’d asked about me?

My phone rang again and I rolled my eyes as I answered it.

“You’re alive!” Geoff yelled cheerfully. “How are you feeling?”

“Shut up,” I growled.

“That is no way to talk to an angel who is on your porch with a Diet Coke right now.”

“God, you’re the best.” I hung up and crawled out of bed, pulling on my robe as I padded down the hall to open the door for him. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“I have no idea,” he said, pushing past me inside the house and handing me a to-go cup. It was so cold there was condensation running down it and it made my mouth water. “But I knew you’d been a mess this morning. And you are my best friend, so I couldn’t leave you here caffeine-less.”

“I’m going to have to start paying Kathy rent for you,” I teased. “Did you really come over here for me or were you just trying to get away from wedding planning?”

He grinned sheepishly, making me laugh.

“Thank you for this,” I said, holding up the cup before taking a long sip.

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