I miss you. How's the wedding?

Was it wrong that I enjoyed the fact that he missed me? I didn't think so. I chanced a look over at Ryan to see him in the middle of a conversation with one of his friends.

Miss you too! Good so far, about to stuff my face :]

Mere seconds later, my phone chimed again.

What time will you be home? I'm having a bad day.

No idea. Maybe midnight? What's wrong?

"Kitty?" Ryan murmured against my ear, effectively pulling me out of my focus.

Slipping my phone back into my purse, I smiled back at him. "Ry?"

"Did I already tell you that you look amazing?" he asked, gray eyes sparkling in mischief.

I couldn't help but snort. "Yes, you did. Thank you again."

"Carlos! Take a picture of me and my beautiful date!" he said, turning to face the brown-haired man sitting across the table. Ryan tossed his phone to him before slipping arm over my shoulder.

"Smile," Carlos, his friend, instructed us.

I slid my seat over just an inch, so that our cheeks were practically pressed together before smiling in the direction of his phone. A moment later, Carlos tossed the phone back over to Ryan, who pressed random buttons on the screen until he slipped it back into his pocket. "I hope you're aware that by being my date, you can only dance with me. You may also have to let me kiss you," he said with a straight face, but his cheeks were pulled up tightly in a smile.

"Yes to the dances, and I don't know to the kisses," I told him with a laugh.

Ryan frowned at me in amusement. "I'll win you over with the kisses."

Sure enough, after a few glasses of bitter wine that I chugged down, Ryan was freely kissing my cheeks and keeping his arm steadily around my shoulders. He was warm and handsome, focused directly on me despite the fact that half the women in the reception hall had come over to introduce themselves by shoving their tits in his face. When he got up to use the restroom, I pulled my phone out of my purse to see if I had any missed calls or texts. I realized that I did in fact have alerts telling me that I had three new text messages and four new Facebook alerts. I checked my Facebook account first to see that I'd been tagged in a picture, had two people who 'liked' said picture, and one new comment.

The picture was of Ryan and me a couple hours before, the same one that Carlos had taken of us. I had to be a little conceited because it was a really cute picture. Nicole Jonasson and Tristan King 'liked' the picture. Zoey Quinn had commented on it, "I hope you catch the bouquet LMAO!" I couldn't help but laugh my ass off at her comment, Zoey was such an idiot. Of course I knew she was keeping up her charade for the sake of making Tristan jealous, and I loved it.

Exiting out of the app, I pulled up my messages to see that I had a new one from Zoey and two from Tristan. I opened up Zoey's message first.

I L-O-V-E YOUR DRESS! HOPE YOU LOL-ED MY FB MSG BC I LMAO

In Zoey language that would mean I love your dress! Hope you laughed out loud at my Facebook message because I laughed my ass off.

I texted her back a quick message:

Of course I did. I love you!

Opening up Tristan's texts, I got to the first one that was sent right after my last message to him.

I'll call you. I got fired off two scenes today.

I fucking miss you.

My heart clenched while I read his messages. I could only imagine how hard his day has been and how it led him to tell me in those words that he missed me. I debated for a moment whether or not to sneak out and give him a call to check up on him, but right then fingers appeared dancing across my shoulders and arms. Ryan stood next to my chair with an extended hand. "Come dance with me."