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After Reese and I let go of each other, we both sat down in the grass, me trying to be as ladylike as possible while wearing a short skirt, and immediately taking my death trap shoes off. An ant crawled over my barefoot, and I watched its path across my skin while we sat in comfortable silence.
Reese stared vacantly ahead, his mouth drawn into a straight line and his jaw ticking every couple of seconds. I'd lost count of the number of times I'd wanted to kiss that exact spot and take all the tension away.
I looked down again.
"What are you doing here Buttercup?" I asked softly, smiling despite myself. I didn't look at him, knowing that if I did I'd probably crack and not go onward with my mission.
He picked a piece of grass with a snap, "This is my thinking spot Naomi, I'm thinking."
"About what? It's your wedding day, you shouldn't be thinking about anything else but your first dance and how beautiful Chelsea is going to look." I mumbled the last part, the words feeling foreign and icky on my tongue. Had I just paid Bridezilla a compliment? I was going to have to wash my mouth out with soap later, ew.
"I know," He agreed with me, and my heart clenched, "And I know I have people at that church waiting for me, my future wife waiting for me, but..."
"But what?" I asked, my heart unclenching and picking up speed. Was he actually getting cold feet? Was this wedding going to self-destruct without any help from me or the boys? Was it really going to be that easy?
"Never mind," He sighed.
Fuck, of course not.
I could feel his gaze on the side of my face, but I kept my eyes glued to the wooded scenery around me. It was amazing how I could stare at those trees and brush piles for hours and still find new things to notice. Reese was like that in a way. Every time I looked at him or talked to him, I discovered a new piece that made him even more wonderful. A new freckle, a curl that was just a bit longer than the rest, which leftovers he ate hot or cold or how many times he tried to beat me at Mario Kart before inevitably admitting defeat. Reese was a vast, endless wood that I never wanted to stop exploring and making new discoveries about.
Which was why I had to stop this wedding.
Normally, I wouldn't have said anything. I would've stayed out of the way and kept my mouth shut because I'm the kind of girl who didn't like stirring up trouble especially where it wasn't needed.
But this time, trouble was necessary. In fact, in this situation, trouble was the main factor and key ingredient, because if I didn't cause a stir today, everything down the line was going to go down the fucking toilet.
And dammit, it was Reese. My best fucking friend in the entire world and the boy I'd been stupidly in love with from afar. Should I stay out of it? Some would tell me yes. But was I going to?
