All Yours
At his sides, were his groomsmen: Mike, the loud one with a booming laugh and tattoos peeking from his sleeves; Ryan, the quiet observer with piercing blue eyes that seemed to note every detail about her; Tom, the joker with a perpetual smirk that suggested he was always three steps ahead of the punchline; Chris, the athletic type with a chiseled jaw and shoulders that filled out his shirt impressively; and Dave, the smooth talker who seemed to appraise her like a fine wine—slowly, deliberately, already tasting the possibilities.
"Damn, you are even hotter than your pics," Mike blurted, earning a chorus of laughs and a playful shove from Alex.
Jade flashed her signature sultry smile, steppin