Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
So, I was willing to go along with it to give her the bridal experience she’d always wanted. Even if that did mean wearing a feather boa for the first time since I was eight years old, along with a glowing penis necklace, and quite possibly being the bane of every bar in town.
And kissing a hot stranger because I couldn't go back on a dare.
This was certainly not what I ever would have imagined myself doing on a Saturday night, but if I was being really honest, I was actually kind of having fun. Especially when it came to that kiss.
The sexy man I'd just laid one on seemed a little shocked and looked like he was about to say something. Before he could, Brianne stumbled toward us.
"Hey," she said, a bit too loud and decidedly too slurred. "That looked like fun."
"Yes, Bri," I said, trying to step into her path to intervene and get her back to our table before she could do anything ridiculous. "I did it. I kissed a stranger. Yay! Super fun. All right, let's get back to the girls now."
"But I want to try," she said. "Come here."
She was fast for a drunk girl and was able to dodge me. Her hands extended and her mouth open, she lunged at the guy I'd just kissed. He leaned back to avoid her, and I managed to grab on to her.
"Whoa there," I said. "This wasn't your dare. You're the bride, remember? You're making the dares, not playing along."
"I'm the bride," she said.
I nodded. "Yes. You are the bride."
She looked around at the people sitting at the table with the guy I’d kissed. I tried not to count the number of girls or notice if any of them were sitting particularly close to him. There hadn’t been any angry shouting or flailing when I’d kissed him, so I was hopefully going to avoid a catfight that night.
"I'm the bride," she said with more affirmation.
A couple of them lifted beers to toast her.
"Congratulations," the guy said.
Brianne looked at me. "I'm the bride."
"Yes," I said. "And we're going to go back to the table now. Maybe order some nice coffee or some French fries for everybody."
"Okay," Bri said. She looked over at the guys again. "Have a lovely evening."
I looped arms with her and guided her back to the table to sit down with the rest of the girls. They cheered when they saw me, and I struck a little pose.
"Mission accomplished," I said. "And I think we can go ahead and give me the 'prevented the bride's poor decision-making' off my board, too. Which means I believe I have a full diagonal right there."
I kind of hoped that my triumph would mark the end of the gaming portion of the festivities for the evening, but I was mistaken. As soon as they were finished celebrating me and I was presented with a lollipop I had absolutely no intention of eating in public thanks to its predictable shape, Viv launched into the description of the next game on the docket.
Zoning out of the rules, I looked back across the bar toward the guy. He was talking with his friends and laughing, but he glanced over at me briefly. I tried to look like I was just casually glancing around, but I was pretty sure he knew I was looking at him. I couldn't help it. He was hard not to look at.
"Kristen?"
I turned toward the sound of my name and saw Alexis staring at me with expectation. They had clearly asked me something, but I missed it. I turned my attention back to the girls, unwilling to answer without knowing what they’d asked.
Half an hour later, we'd finished the next round of games, and I was seeking a few moments of refuge at the bar. Leaning against it, I waited for the bartender to notice me standing there. She was busily rushing around filling orders, but I felt like I'd been standing there for hours and was pretty sure she'd looked right at me at least twenty times.
I was at the point of contemplating scrambling over the bar to pour a soda for myself when someone stepped up beside me. I glanced over and saw it was the guy from earlier. My cheeks flushed slightly, and I turned away to hide it before looking back.
"I'm being ignored," I said, gesturing at the bartender.
He nodded. "Hold on. Hey, Desiree." The bartender looked over, and he pointed at me. "Go ahead."
I ordered my drink and she nodded. I looked back at him.
"Thank you." I paused, then gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about earlier. It's my best friend's bachelorette party…"
"The bride," he said, looking like he was trying not to laugh.
I pressed my lips together and nodded once. "Yeah. The bride. That would be her. Anyway, her sister planned this whole party, and there was a game, and she dared me to kiss a stranger of her choosing, and she chose you. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."