Owen excused himself to use the restroom during the bride and groom's first dance. So once they allow everyone else on the dance floor, Michael drags me into the crowd. Fun, I remind myself. Relaxing, I begin dancing with him. They're playing such great music that for a while I forget about all of my worries. After a while, a slow song begins playing. Amber's sister clings to Michael so I turn to leave the dance floor but Owen stands there with his hand held out. Smiling, I place my hand in his and he pulls my against his chest. Slipping his arms around my waist, he stares down into my eyes. Loosely wrapping my arms around his neck, I gaze up at him. "Where have you been?"
He glances in the direction of our table. "Over there watching you."
"I don't know if that's supposed to be sweet bu
