“Dance with me.” I run my nose up his cheek and take a full-on hit of fresh-water loveliness. “Let’s dance.” I feel him turning, while pushing his cheek into my nuzzle.
“Thank God!” Mum cries, following keenly behind.
I’m placed on my feet in the middle of the dance floor before he makes his way over to the band and speaks into the lead singer’s ear. He nods and smiles, and then everyone clears the floor, and it’s just me, feeling conspicuous and exposed. And then the singer removes himself from the stage, along with all of the other band members, and Snow Patrol breaks the silence with “Chasing Cars.” He turns to face me and just stands there, watching me for the longest time. I’m tearing up, and I know that if I look at Mum she’ll be blubbering, so I don’t. I keep my eyes on my husband and watch as he slowly crosses the floor and takes me in his hold, pulling me close to his chest. My cheek rests on his shoulder, and he starts swaying us, holding me firmly in his big, strong arms. My hands slide around his back and my eyes close, my body naturally following his slow, soft movements.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he says quietly into my hair. “I’m sorry I left you earlier.”
I sigh and squeeze him a little, a silent indication of my forgiveness.
He exhales and pushes his lips to the back of my head. “The harder I try not to hurt you, the more I do. I’m hopeless.”
“Be quiet.”
“Okay, but I’m still sorry.” He holds me firmer still. “I can’t wait to crawl into bed with you.”
“Me either,” I agree. Once again, everyone is in our way. “Tomorrow, we stay in bed all day.”
“We need to go home first.”
I sag in disappointment at his reminder. We’re staying here tonight. All of the rooms have been prepared for guests, mainly for my family. “We go home first thing in the morning, then.” I know it’s rude, leaving our guests, but I don’t want to face Kate, and I definitely don’t want to face Dan.
“We do,” he agrees, “after we’ve soaked in the bath and had breakfast with your parents.”
I let him gently rock me, my eyes closing again and my mind relaxing a little, letting Jesse draw all of my stress away. “I wish you had taken me away. Somewhere quiet, just us.”
“I wish I had, too. But your mother would’ve had something to say about it.”
I smile to myself. Opening my eyes, I see her pull my reluctant dad to the floor, and then Kate and Sam follow with Victoria and Tom. I let my eyes close again and melt into Jesse and his movements.
“Mrs. Ward, are you falling asleep on me?” he asks quietly.
“Hmmm.” I’m far too content, held tight in his arms, all of the other couples around us invisible as I remain in the dark, just feeling him, smelling him.
“I love you.” He pushes his nose into my hair and inhales deeply. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I know,” I whisper, turning my head into him and capturing his lips. He hums happily, pulling me up from the floor so I’m locked tightly against his chest, our tongues gliding softly between our mouths. “Mr. Ward, you’re drawing attention.”
“Fuck them. Wherever, whenever, baby. You know that.” He pulls away. “Let me see those eyes.”
I show him immediately. “Why do you always demand to see them?”
He only smiles mildly, but his greens still twinkle madly. “Because when I look into them, I know for sure that you’re real.”
I match his faint smile. “I’m real.”
“I often wonder. I didn’t tell you how beautiful you look.” He pecks my lips and keeps swaying us gently. “I thought it, but my beautiful girl renders me stupid every time I lay my eyes on her.” He searches my eyes and sighs. “You keep my heart beating, baby. And it will only ever beat for you. Understand?”
I really do understand. I nod mildly and move my hands to the back of his head, relishing the feel of his hair between my fingers. “I need you to take me to bed.”
The corners of his lips tip a little. “Will my delightful mother-in-law allow that?”
I shrug. “I don’t care. I just want you to myself. Take me to bed.”
“Deal.” He drops me to my feet and swoops down to kiss me chastely. “You don’t have to ask me twice, Mrs. Ward.”
“I just did.”
He frowns. “That’s your fucking mother’s fault.” I’m turned in his arms and led from the floor, sidestepping all of the couples in tight clinches.
“Oh, look at Clive and Cathy!” I say, spying our concierge and Jesse’s housekeeper stuck together as Clive shuffles her from side to side. They look so sweet. I hear Jesse laugh a little as I spy Kate being held up by Sam. And then I spot my brother in the distance, his attention and scowl pointed directly at my best friend. Jesse gives me a little tug, and I look up to see he’s noticed who I’m focused on.