Chapter 28
Derek’s POV
The venue visit had dragged on for what felt like an eternity.
Mom was in full wedding-planner mode, dragging us from location to location, discussing lighting options, seating arrangements, photo backdrops, and floral installations in exhaustive detail.
The air in each venue smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, but all I could focus on was Marcus, the heat of his body whenever he stood close, the low timbre of his voice, the way his hand would brush against mine when Mom wasn’t looking.
By the time we finally headed home in the late afternoon, the s****l tension between us had reached a dangerous boiling point.
Every accidental touch during the day had left my skin buzzing.
Mom pulled into a grocery store parking lot. “I need a few things for dinner
