I watch Sebastian walk away toward the groom. God, his ass looks great in those jeans. It’s tight and firm, and damn do I want to run my tongue all over it…
“Earth to Millie,” Oaklee says, snapping me out of my haze.
“What?” I say, taking a seat next to Oaklee and across from Cynthia.
“What are you staring at?” Oaklee asks, sitting up in her chair to get a better look.
“Nothing,” I mumble into my water.
“That’s not nothing. That’s Sebastian King,” Oaklee says, her voice rising higher as she speaks.
“Sebastian, who?” Of course, his last name has to be King—figures. He looks like royalty in his deep blue shirt, dark jeans, and muscles for days.
“Sebastian King,” Oaklee says again before pulling the straw of her fruity drink into her mouth and staring at me with a knowing smile.
