"Well, I guess it's good I came with you then. Because I wouldn't mind making out with you in a closet at all." He wrapped his arm behind me and let his hand rest on my hip. "By all means, keep drinking."
"You don't have to get me drunk if you want to kiss me, Rory."
"But what if I want to do more than kiss you?"
I could feel my face flushing. I had never done anything like that before in public. But for some reason the idea excited me.
"From the look on your face, you probably don't need to be drunk for that either." Rory glanced behind him. "There's a closet right over there if you're interested."
Holy shit.
"Oh my God, Keira, is that you?!"
I turned my head to see another girl from my journalism club. "Hi, Ella. Wow, it's been so long." I gave her a quick hug. We had never really been friends. I probably wouldn't have even said anything to her if she hadn't approached me. She always talked too much and tended to annoy me. The only thing I ever wanted to listen to when I was writing was music, not Ella's endless chatter.
"And is this your boyfriend?" Ella stuck her hand out to Rory and gave him a big smile.
Shit don't use that word, Ella! You freaking bitch! I took a deep breath. I was completely on edge tonight. I almost wanted to laugh at my reaction. Calm down.
Rory coughed. "We're just friends," he said and stuck out his hand.
"Oh, sorry. You just..." she let her voice trail off and let go of his hand. "It was nice seeing you, Keira." She quickly walked away.
My reaction hadn't been that inappropriate. That was completely awkward. But I didn't want to dwell on it. Rory and I still hadn't had that conversation. I might have said the same thing if one of his friends had asked. It definitely wasn't worth ruining our night over. Besides, I had never seen Ella shut up so quickly. It was probably good that Rory had acted weird.
Rory put his hands in his pockets instead of putting his arm back around me.
Damn it. "Do you want to go find our seats?" I asked. The cocktail hour was winding down and the doors had been opened to the banquet hall where the reception was being held.
"Is that a rain check on the closet?"
"I'll probably need another drink before that."
"Then let's go find our seats and get you another drink." He put his hand on the small of my back and escorted me over toward the reception room.
I wanted to sigh with relief. His hand on my back made me feel like we were back to where we had been before Ella had almost ruined everything.
Rory pulled my chair out for me and sat down beside me. "So, are you going to know any of the other people at this table?"
"I'm not sure. I wasn't super good friends with Becca. We were in that club together but never really hung out beyond that. But since I'm a huge nerd...we saw each other a lot."
Rory laughed. "I like that you're a nerd." He put his arm behind me on the chair and scooted a little closer to me. "How many weddings have you been in?"
"Five. I was a bridesmaid four times and I was Emily's maid of honor. What about you?"
"Just one. I was Connor's best man."
"How long have you two known each other?"
"Since fourth grade."
"That's adorable."
Rory laughed. "I'm not adorable."
"I hate to break it to you, but you're super adorable."
He leaned toward me. "I thought you said I was super sexy?" he whispered in my ear. "I prefer that over super adorable."
I turned toward him. Our faces were only a few inches apart and I could smell the aroma of cinnamon wafting off of him. "I think you're super sexy and super adorable. I like that you're both." The way he was looking at me made it hard to breathe.
"I'm pretty sure the things I've done to you aren't adorable."
"No. But the things you do with your wolf pack are. You guys are quite adorable."
Rory laughed. "Is that what you call us? I like that so much better than what Jackson calls us...a threesome of big strong men."
I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm so sorry, but I have to ask. Is Jackson gay?"
"What? No."
"Are you sure? Because sometimes he says...well, the gayest things."
It was Rory's turn to laugh. "Geez, he really does, doesn't he? But no,