“I’m pretty sure my schedule is free if you want me to go with you.” She jokes, earning a small laugh from me. Sighing, I turn to fully face her. Resting my hip against the edge of the counter and reaching to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. My fingers trail along her jaw, relishing the feel of her smooth skin against my palm. A contented sigh leaves her lips as she leans into my touch. “I’m serious about what I said. I would never put the pressure on you to go to a wedding that I don’t even want to attend.” She smiles softly up at me, stepping forward, and placing a hand on my
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