Stand-In Saturday (Love For Days #2) - Kirsty Moseley Page 0,60

up—but he’d guarantee you would enjoy the journey. Looking at him leaves me a little breathless and giddy. It’s kind of like that scared exhilaration you get when you’re on a roller coaster, that thrill that causes your heart to race and makes you feel alive. It just so happens, I love roller coasters.

The rest of the wedding is beautiful. After the guests have emptied their boxes of confetti over the happy couple as they walk up the aisle, hand in hand, Theo steps to my side. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he reaches out and catches a stray hair that’s escaped from my French twist, pushing it back into place, his fingers lingering against the shell of my ear. My whole body breaks out in goose bumps at the small, intimate gesture.

Does he know how hot that is?

I hold my breath and tilt my head to look up at him. His eyes burn into mine, making me feel a little weightless.

“Hi,” he whispers.

Bloody hell, can you come from one word? Because I think I just might have done it. “Hey.”

“You look amazing. Really beautiful.” His eyes slowly rake over me. It’s the kind of look that makes you feel like you’re on fire; his gaze is almost a caress as it glides down my body. “Maybe you should have toned it down a little today, Luce. You know, it is the bride’s day after all. Surely, it’s bad etiquette to roll in, looking this hot and sassy with that delicious-looking slit up to your thigh, and hog all the limelight.”

My breathing is shallow. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on in my whole life—and he’s not even touching me. “I’m pretty sure no one is looking at me.” My voice comes out in an embarrassing, husky mess.

“I am.”

My heart squeezes at the sweetness, and I press my thighs together and clench my core to try and ease some of the pressure. I want nothing more than to drag him upstairs and get naked and sweaty.

Feeling bold, I reach out and touch his tie, needing to ground myself a bit because I’m fast melting into a puddle at his feet. The tie is pure silk and slips against my fingertips as I smooth it down against the hard planes of his chest. “You look great too. How’s the head?” A blush creeps across my cheeks.

“Thankfully better. Yours?”

“Good now.”

My hand is still on his chest. He looks down, catching it and bringing it closer to his face to look at my new powder-blue manicure with the flower art decals. One corner of his mouth kicks up into a sexy smirk.

“Nice nails. Did you have fun with the girls?”

I gulp and nod, struck mute as he slides his hand into mine, interlocking our fingers. Motioning behind him with his head, he gives me a gentle tug to get me moving. My legs feel slightly wobbly as he leads me over to the table the waiting staff has set up at the back of the patio. When we stop to each pick up a fruit-filled glass of Pimm’s, I press against him and revel in the feel of his hand wrapped around mine. It’s nice. His hand is soft and warm, and it dwarfs mine. My mind is instantly making the connection between the small skin-on-skin contact and other places he could put that hand on my body. A little shiver tickles down my spine.

We have drinks on the patio, casually chatting with his friends and family. He holds my hand the whole time. As I laugh along with his aunt about something, I realise that everything about Theo Stone is easy and effortless. This entire situation should be uncomfortable and awkward, but it’s not because it’s almost impossible to feel awkward around Theo. He radiates a positive energy that’s easy to get swept away in. Standing there with his friends and family, with his hand in mine and his thumb absentmindedly tracing a pattern around my knuckle, I realise I love spending time with him. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I missed him all morning. We’ve pretty much spent two whole days in each other’s pockets, getting to know each other. I’ve fast grown used to his company and adorable, witty banter.

When the function room is ready, we’re called to take our seats. I gasp as I step inside. It’s gorgeous. The carpet on the floor matches the cream tartan aisle