"Care if I come by after this is all over with?"
She grins bashfully and nods, looking down at her feet instead of meeting my eyes. Damn, she's cute.
"Good. Then
I suppose I should get out there before I piss off the photographer even more."
She laughs, and then her hand slides up my chest before resting on the back of my neck. She pulls me down, an action that is starting to feel too natural, and I willingly fall to her lips.
I see a flicker of something, and I glance up from the delicious kiss to see the bitch photographer snapping away.
"I don't think the bride and groom want pictures of this," I grumble, glaring at the peeping Tom hiding behind her camera.
Ash stiffens lightly, seeming a little insulted by the snapshots. I'm sure she doesn't want pictures of us all over the wedding display.
"The bride and groom want candid shots of guests as well," the photographer snarks.
"Then go find someone who enjoys your constant clicking."
She growls and storms away, seeming infuriated.
"So much for not pissing off the photographer," Ash says with a small smile, but it seems forced.
What happened?
"You okay?" I ask, brushing her hair away from her cheek before tilting her chin back up.
"Um... yeah. You should probably get going. I'm sure she's telling Erica and Wren all about how rude you just were. Go save them before they fire her."
I laugh, thinking about how Wren almost fired her yesterday when she refused to let us rest.
"Okay. I'll see you soon."
I kiss her again, as though I can't help myself. She's very addictive.
I jog off to go join the wedding party, ready for this picture-fest to be over so I can get back to Ash. Maybe I will take her out to dinner or a movie or... something. I'll ask Wren what exactly you're supposed to do.
No. What am I saying? I'm all wrong for her. I'm not a guy who can change in one weekend. I'd end up losing Melanie's respect, and she'd probably whoop my ass, too. I can't do this. I need to just leave it at one weekend... if I can.
"Tag," a familiar voice says, making me smile as I turn around to face the saucy little girl who has been killing us at the poker table.
"Raya," I murmur softly, hugging her while looking around for Kade. "I've barely seen you," I add while stepping back.
"That's because you've been a little wrapped up with Billy's girlfriend."
Her eyes narrow disapprovingly, and I laugh while shaking my head.
"They're not together. They're just friends. Long story.
"Ah," she says, her eyes moving toward Bity as he speaks in whispers with Melanie. I follow her gaze, and smile when I see he looks frustrated. He deserves to be punched in the face after barking at Ash the way he did.
"Where's Kade?" I ask as my jaw tenses.
I shouldn't feel this damn protective over a girl I barely know. The way he did her - it's really pissing me off.
"He's running late. Major wine emergency. Some of the labels were a fraction of the way crooked." She says it deadpan, but I see a smile barely creeping up when I look back down.
I almost envy Kade. I've never seen anyone look at someone the way she does him. Wren shouldn't get married until he finds that.