I was distantly aware that we were alone now. That the others had already drifted to the chapel, and without the distraction of other people, Nash’s close proximity added a deeper spin to the whirlwind of Orla and her fleeting kiss. It left me reeling. Reckless. And hating the fact that shitty old ghosts made me feel like shoving him off me. I didn’t like hating things. I liked fun and laughter, especially on Nash.
