Plus One
M.N. Forgyno i do not love the groomwhat happens when you object at a weddingkeeping my bridemy groom ran away
Her top teeth tugging her bottom lip into her mouth.
I blink rapidly trying to clear my head of visions of bending her over this table. I need to stop trying to play good guy with her, it's confusing things.
"I haven't come to one of these in years. I wonder what's good," she mumbles under her breath.
"Pretty much anything. It's BBQ," I respond dryly, her eyes cut to mine.
"Hey Rae! Fancy seeing you here!" A mousey looking lady greets Rae. I've never seen her before, but she seems to know Rae. She's round all over and wearing a flowered dress. Her hair rolled into curls so tight it's giving me a headache.