The Wedding Game

by Meghan Quinn

I don’t get out much, I definitely don’t date much, and I sure as hell can’t remember the last time I saw a naked man, but that’s okay, because I’m thirty, not really flirty, but I’m glittery and thriving.

Marriage is not for blackhearted, realistic assholes like me. Marriage is for naive, love-blinded fools who believe another soul can make them happy. Fact: the only person who can make you happy is yourself.

Feeling the storm that’s building and circling in the hallway, I desperately look up at Declan and say, “I love you so much and think you’re perfect for my brother. Thank you for loving him, and if I don’t make it out of here alive, just know that you are wickedly intelligent, so you should use it to your advantage. Fuck with him. Get him out of his comfort zone. Move things around. Play with his mind. It will keep him alive.” I glance behind me and whisper, “I smudge the 6B.”

“Did you . . . did you, Mr. Top-Rated Attorney, just compare beating butter to jacking off?” He switches on the hand mixer. “Matter of fact, I did. And guess what, both actions cream.” “Oh my God.” I pretend to gag, and he laughs out loud. “I don’t think I can ever look at you the same.”

😂 MQ always gets me cackling

“Want me to be an ass again? I’m really good at it.” “And the joking—you’re funny and hot. That combination shouldn’t be allowed in one human.” She holds out one hand. “You’re either funny.” She holds out the other hand. “Or you’re hot.” Then she claps her hands together. “But putting them together . . .” She shakes her head. “Nope, should be illegal.”

“And the love I see in your eyes when Cohen walks in the room, when you’re interacting with him—that’s why I was drawn to you in the first place. I wanted to know how it felt to have Luna Rossi look at me with complete adoration.”

It didn’t feel real, not one second of it. From the moment I stood from the couch to his swiveling me against the doorjamb, it all felt like some sort of fantasy I conjured up in my head, something that would never in fact come true. And yet, he kissed me. No, he didn’t just kiss me; he rocked every inch of my body with his lips.

It was one of those kisses that you never forget, one that makes you tingle from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. A kiss so grand, so intense, so beautifully unexpected that it alters your world, tilts your axis, sends you into a spiral of lust. And I’m lusting. Lusting hard.