“Cheers!” everyone sang, clinking their glasses together and taking sips of the champagne.
Grayson clinked his glass with mine, but before I could take a sip, he leaned forward and stole a kiss. Our sombreros collided and his pushed mine off the back of my head, down to the dance floor.
I laughed and pulled back to stare up at him. The man had a clown nose on and he still looked adorable.
“Are you laughing at me, Cameron?” he asked with a wink.
I squeezed his clown nose and then pulled it off.
“Ah, much better. Now I can actually see my fiancé again.”
Grayson reached to pull my clown nose off as well.
“Gorgeous,” he smiled.
“Can you two stop being adorable?” Brooklyn asked as she bumped her hips with mine. “Jason and I need to do our first dance.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I smiled and tugged Grayson off the dance floor beside me. The house lights dimmed and a spotlight hit the newlyweds as they took their positions. Jason wrapped his arm around Brooklyn’s waist and she cozied up to him with her head resting against his chest. Love surrounded them.
A slow jazz song swept over the speakers and the DJ announced that Brooklyn and Jason would be enjoying their first dance together.
“Don’t forget your mom wants us to come over for dinner tomorrow,” I reminded Grayson as Brooklyn and Jason danced slowly across the floor.
“It’s a wonder she even wants me there. These days it seems like she only has eyes for you,” he teased, pinching my waist.
“That’s because I reply to her texts much quicker than you!”
I left out the fact that Grayson doesn’t gossip with her about The Bachelor. No need to wound him—we both knew I was her new favorite child. (Or soon-to-be child.)
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, nuzzling my hair.
“Do you think anyone can tell that Brooklyn’s been drinking sparkling juice instead of champagne?” I asked as we turned our attention back to the newlyweds.
“Nah. No one suspects a thing.”
I smiled. Just two weeks earlier Brooklyn had found out she was expecting her first child with Jason. The news was still fresh, and with the paparazzi hounding their every move, she was keeping the announcement private for as long as possible.
I leaned against Grayson and let him support me as I watched my sister dancing with her new husband, the father of her child.
“We need to think of what song we want to dance to at our wedding,” I said, tipping my chin to look up at him.
Without pausing, he answered, “‘You Shook Me All Night Long’ by AC/DC.”
I laughed. “Yeah right, you’re dreaming.”
His gaze tipped down to me, his eyes sought mine, and we stayed like that for a moment, watching each other.
Then, finally, the side of his mouth hitched up and he nodded. “Yeah. I think I am.”
The End