Temptation [h.s.] ✔

Chapter 10

        "Funny-looking fucking restaurant," I mutter, staring at the florist's sign. The windows are packed with different flower arrangements, from pastel colors to bright colors, from small bouquets to large, fancy baskets. "What kind of florist opens on a Sunday?" 

"The kind of florist who wants my cousin's wedding under their belt," Harry replies. "I was told to come here so you can help her decide flowers. Then we'll have lunch." 

"I can help her decide? I'm sorry, but I'm starting to wonder if it's me or Aaron marrying Dayton!" 

"Have you ever seen a guy pick flowers?" 

"No, but if I keep having to plan his wedding, he'll be picking flowers out of his asshole." I shrug off his jacket and storm from the car, spotting Aaron and Dayton inside. 

Harry grabs my hand and tugs me back. "Calm down, feisty. Aaron would likely fuck this crap up. Shit, I don't know the difference between a daisy and a fucking rose." 

I snatch my hand back and glare at him. "Feisty? You think this is feisty? Do you want a bunch of flowers up your behind, too?" 

"No, but if we're putting things in places they probably shouldn't be..." 

I smack his arm. Hard. "And we're back to normal." 

He laughs loudly, and I push open the door to the florist. Aaron and Dayton turn, and a grin spreads across my best friend's face. 

"Oh, you found each other!" she says happily. "I was getting bored of waiting." 

I glare at Aaron. "If you can count 'finding' as him turning up at my apartment, then yes, we found each other." 

Aaron grins. "Sorry, Liv. We're on a schedule and we all know what happens with schedules when you're left to your own devices."Would it be childish to poke my tongue out at him? 

"Whatever. Although, if this planning-your-wedding thing happens much more, you should know that I'll be marrying Dayton this summer, not you." I put my purse on the chair next to hers. 

"Don't you know I have a bachelorette party to plan? And a bridal shower? And I still have to find a dress?" 

Dayton looks at Harry. "What did you do to her?" 

"Nowhere near as much as I wanted to," he retorts. I spin to him, fire spitting from my eyes, but he laughs. "The Hello Kitty towel was a real turn-on." 

"Oh, it'll turn you on when it's around your damn neck," I snap. "Now sit down, shut up, and let us get on with this." 

I look at endless flowers with Dayton, and after an hour, the different kinds all seem to blend into one. The different shades of pink and off-white and cream and whatever-the-hell-I'mlooking- at mush into something that looks nothing like any color I've ever seen. 

And I'm so done here. 

"What about the lilies?" I ask desperately, pointing to some bright-pink ones. 

"No. You won't be wearing bright pink. It washes you out." 

"Thanks," I mutter, although it's true. "Well, can't they order in light pink?" 

"I don't think I like the lilies." 

"Okay. Gardenias?" 

"Really, Liv?" She looks at me like I'm going nuts. "Do I look like a gardenia-carrying bride?" 

I take a deep breath and turn to Aaron. "I suddenly understand why I'm the one seemingly planning your wedding." 

His face breaks into a grin. "She's fun, correct?"