“But, we can’t do th-”
I strode away from her and set the two name tags down on the other table in the middle of the room. The last thing I was going to do was watch Libby be uncomfortable all night.
“There,” I said as I sat beside Libby. “Much better.”
“Logan and his wife aren’t gonna be happy,” she said.
“Then I’ll pay them for their heartache,” I said. “Logan is super low key. He won’t care.”
“I think they sat us there because my parents are sitting at that table.”
“Then they can move their name tags as well if they want.”
I cast a glance over at her and watched her relax into her seat. I buried the smirk crawling across my cheeks as we watched everyone file in. People were finding their seats and I could see her parents making their way over to the table. Their eyes were searching the room for Libby before the crowd became too much, and it forced them to sit down at the table instead of move to where we were.
“Thank you, Jesus,” Libby said with a whisper. “Do you have to go to do the processional? As a groomsman?”
“Nope, it’s just Logan and Marianne. And maybe their parents?”
“My aunt and uncle, yeah I’m sure they’re in it.”
I closed my eyes and rolled my shoulders back. My bones popped and clicked, causing me to sigh with relief. Libby shot me a glance, her eyes roaming over my body before she turned back to watch her cousin and his new wife walk in.
I got an incredible view of her ass when she shot up from her chair and started clapping.
It took all I had not to reach out and grab her. I wanted to pull her into my lap and crash my lips right onto hers. She had this rosy pink lip gloss on that called to me. It was practically begging me to capture her lips with mine. And the thing about it was she had no idea how beautiful she was. How much my body ached to take her in all the ways that would make her beg for mercy.
It angered me, the kinds of men that had pawed at her body. Not knowing what to do with all the curves she boasted of.
The music started up and I rolled my eyes. Of course there was dancing at a thing like this. And I had to sit there and watch all of the family members dance with one another before we could even do anything. Moms with their sons and dads with their daughters. The happy couple dancing around and trying not to make a mess of things. I didn’t understand the point of these big weddings. I didn’t understand it when I was planning mine and I didn’t understand it now.
“Don’t they look beautiful?” Libby asked.
“I think she’s stepped on his toes a couple times,” I said.
“With the death traps on her feet, I don’t doubt it. But he does look happy,” she said.
“Men always are in the beginning.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“All I mean is I hope he knows what he’s getting into with her. She strikes me as the kind of person who will always want and demand more than any one pers
on can give.”
“So you see that, too?”
I looked down at Libby and could see the worry building back up in her eyes.
“Logan is happy,” I said. “Maybe behind closed doors she’s not like this. Or maybe he really and truly enjoys a woman like that. They exist. There are men out there that enjoy the upkeep up a high-maintenance woman. Also I have the tendency to be protective of my friends.”
“But why? I don’t get it.”
“Makes them feel like a man, knowing they can provide for even the toughest of women.”
“I don’t get it on the woman’s side, though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.