We head back to our table, giddy and glowing, only to nearly choke on our drinks.
Mum and Dad are in the corner. Making out.
Like full-on, unapologetic, high-school-sweetheart snogging. His hand is in her hair, and she’s giggling like a girl half her age.
I gag dramatically. “Oh my goddess. Get a room.”
May coughs into her drink. “They’re the reason we have a room, technically.”
“As gross as it is,” I mutter, “they’re kind of adorable. In a disturbing, permanent-therapy sort of way.”
We do our best to ignore them. Ryan, bless him, hands me a fresh bottle of tequila like the true best man he is. I take a few healthy swigs, then pass it to Caden. He catches my eye as he tips the bottle back, and the heat between us flares instantly. His fingers linger on mine just a little too long. Hi
