//Too Late
He watched you as you walked down the isle, hand in hand. Both of you were smiling, planting small kisses on each others lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as you were trying to smooth out the ruffled white dress. The smiles on everyone else' faces were contagious, and his only grew wider as he saw yours. You said your last vows, and he swooped you in for one hell of a kiss. His hands moved across your waist, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
This is what Josh wanted to happen.
It's what did happen. Except not with Josh. No. He was watching his best friend get married to his true love, and had to smile through the whole goddamn thing.
And Holy Fuck.
It was torture.
