The Best Man

Mila isn't looking forward to being the maid of honor at her sister's wedding. Mainly because of the best man. Ronan tormented and teased her all through high school and she was very glad to see the last of him after graduation. But things have changed. Both of them changed, and now there's no denying the heat of attraction, leading to a night that neither of them will forget...

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I tried to pull my hand away from Ronan as he steered me toward the back of the group.

He placed his hand over mine.

Squeezed. “You can’t ignore me forever.”

I had to swallow hard as once again, my body betrayed me. And my pussy stole the moisture from my throat. “Just until the wedding is over.”

“Mila…”

“Look, I didn’t ask for this, okay?” I refused to look at him. “I was quite happy to say goodbye to you at graduation.”

“That isn’t what you said back then.”

I flinched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.” He leaned in close, the warmth of his breath on the side of my neck making me tremble harder than before. The last time I’d felt him so close had been that night in question. “Or were you hoping that I would forget?”

“I was wondering why you were so nice that night.” Nice enough to make me want to talk to him. At the graduation party that we’d both been attending. Somehow or other, we had been separated from the rest of the group. Alone in a dark corner of the banquet hall.

I’d nearly let him kiss me.

I might even have let him do more. It wasn’t something I liked to think about. “You were just looking for something else to throw back into my face. To tease me about. Weren’t you?”

“You really thought I was that much of an asshole?”

“I didn’t just think it. You actually were that much of an asshole. For six years.” Ever since we’d met in middle school and continuing all through high school. “One night of pretending to be a good guy couldn’t change that.”

“I wasn’t pretending.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. A childish gesture, I knew. But it felt good to indulge in it.

“Not about any of it.” His gaze locked on my mouth. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that he was actually considering kissing me.

“Bullshit.”

“I could prove it to you.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Ronan. Mila. You missed your cue.”

“Sorry,” he said for the both of us.

We walked up the aisle. Separated.

Fortunately, we didn’t have to re-do the exit procession. I didn’t have to touch him again. I was able to avoid him at the rehearsal dinner.

And during most of the last-minute wedding preparations.

I have to give Gemma some credit: the bridesmaid dresses she’d picked out were not completely horrible. I could even say that they were actually rather flattering. Skimming over the parts that needed to be skimmed, while clinging to the parts of me that I would have wanted to emphasize.

Though tradition said that she and Peter weren’t supposed to see each other before the ceremony, they set that aside so that they could do most of the photos before the guests arrived. The rest of the wedding party linked up first, then Gemma made her grand entrance, for the photographers to capture the moment that her future husband saw her in her wedding gown for the first time.

I had to pose with my sister and the other bridesmaids. I had to pose with Ronan, which was a little more uncomfortable. He kept looking at me, his eyes locking on my chest more than once.

Sheesh.

You’d think the guy had never seen boobs before.