RoccoI stood back and watched her laughing and dancing with the bride. I knew I wanted her the moment I saw her walk down the aisle at the church.
She had flawless butterscotch colored skin, short dark brown hair that was tapered on the sides and curled on the top. She had a long, graceful neck and her strapless dress showed off her elegant shoulders. The thought of running my tongue along her collarbone gripped me. While her dazzling smile said she was happy, her gorgeous dark brown eyes said something different.
“Stop staring and go ask her to dance,” Casper yelled at me over the music.
“I will, I’m just biding my time.”
“Stop being a punk ass and go ask.”
“Fine.”
I cut through the crowd and as I was walking toward Georgie, Zorah and I made eye contact and she smirked, then leaned
