“Get off of me!” she screams, but I only hold on tighter.
“Not until you calm down!”
“I am calm. I was fine until you had to embarrass me like that. How could you?”
My arms are locked around her heaving chest as I press my trunk to her back. I can feel her heart is as frantic as mine, and I can only hope it’s not only the chase which has left her breathless. “I’m sorry, but I had to tell you.”
“And you thought a good time would be at our best friend’s wedding, in front of hundreds of people?”
“I don’t see a better time. Please, just let me talk to you.” Her breaths slow down, but the anger never leaves her, not that it ever does whenever I’m involved. Once I think it’s safe to let go, I loosen my hold, pushing off of her and sitting.
She launches off the grass and slaps my cheek. Thi
