The Wedding Date

Shouldn’t this hunger for him and his body and his touch have worn off already?

Lauren caught her arm and said something that caused Alexa to double over in laughter. He wanted to know what had made her laugh like that and how he could duplicate it.

This was also why it was crucial to have women friends at a wedding: you needed someone to roll your eyes with at all of the creepy dudes.

“Drew, I . . . Are you sure?”

He smiled. With that question, he knew he’d almost got her.

“Positive. Come to the wedding, be my sandwich, protect me from poisoning and disaster.

“Positive. Come to the wedding, be my sandwich, protect me from poisoning and disaster.

“Just because their standards are low does not mean that we should lower ours.”

Fine, she was a bleeding-heart interferer. It was probably in her job description.

Right now she needed to hug this whole weekend close to her chest and hold on to it tight before sharing it with anyone.

Okay, Alexa. Just don’t think about it. Just lie here and be content in this cozy sleeping bag of pure male goodness and let that lull you back to sleep.

White men hated it when you reminded them of their privilege, she knew that all too well.