Katie's POV
It had been a very long day. My dress was beginning to annoy me and the constant chatter among all of the people was giving me a headache, not something I wanted on this day.
Every congratulations was met with a smile and a thank you but this giant room filled with people was the last place I wanted to be. I could think of a few other things I'd rather be doing, one being the man standing right beside me.
"Will it ever end?" I whispered as the next wedding guest hugged us both and voiced their well wishes on our life together.
"I don't know, love. I wish my stunt double were here and we could escape." he whispered back with a throaty chuckle.
"It would be rude just to leave...wouldn't it?"
He smiled, his tongue pressing against his teeth and the wrinkles around his eyes are defined for a moment. Laughter does a body good and it definitely done wonders for him.
"Yes, darling. All of these people are here for us. It would be rude to just leave."
I nodded knowing there was no escape from the wedding reception. I couldn't run that fast in these four inch devil heels anyway. Someone would surely catch me before I could get away.
"Shall we dance?" I hear him ask, his breath hot against my ear and I pause letting the first few notes of the song wash over me.
2 years earlier
"We might as well enjoy it if we are forced to be here together." Tom says, his mouth in a grim line.
My best friend Holly had just gotten married and her husband Ben had insisted that I get to know his best man, Tom, over the 2 week long event in Costa Rica. Rich people, I rolled my eyes to myself.
I can think of about a million people I'd rather be here with than you." I snarl quietly as he takes my hand and leads me out on the dance floor. Holly looks at me as she sways in Ben's arms and I give her a promising smile and a thumb's up. Hopefully that will hold her over until after the reception and I can get away from this 6ft 2 British nightmare.
"Likewise, darling." he growls back, his tone annoyed and aggravated as we get into dancing form.
Some Aerosmith song started playing and Tom and I began to slow dance.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing. Watch you smile while you are sleeping. While you're far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.
Suddenly I heard a sharp intake of breath as Tom's grip on me got harder.
"You just stepped on my bloody foot with those daggers you call heels." he spat, his face red with pain and anger.
I tried not to. Believe me, I really did. I couldn't help it. I snorted. Not a quiet ladylike snort either. Like a loud, obnoxious pig snort and then I began to laugh. The look on his face was just too priceless to ignore.
"Are you laughing at me?" at first he seemed angry but then a slightly amused look overtook his face and his features softened as he looked at me.
"I'm sorry," I chuckled "but your face. Oh God your face."
"What's wrong with my face?" his eyebrow was raised at me in question.
All laughter left my body as I truly looked at him. Not one thing was wrong with his face. His lips were thin but still looked so soft. His eyebrows were golden blonde, matching the curly blonde mess of hair that was on his head, unruly but thick, like you could run your fingers through it all day, catching tendrils in your hands. His eyes were not unsimilar from the ocean that was just feet away from the tent we were dancing under. Crystal blue. Deep. Full of secrets. His skin was golden and tan and smooth, aside from the laugh lines around his eyes, and instead of aging him they just made him seem more inviting and charming. No, there was nothing wrong with his face.
