My Super-Hot Fake Wedding Date

“Hey, hey—don’t run off so fast. He needs to think we’re cuddling.”

“Right.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, her back ramrod straight.

“Are you not much of a cuddler, Maddy?”

“Um…” She still wouldn’t look at me.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I mean, at least not more than me.” I held up the pillow. “I was the one spanking this thing.”

“That was perfect. Thank you. The improvisation was flawless.” She laughed. “About the cuddling thing… is it weird if I don’t know if I like it? It’s sort of been a long time.”

“How long?” I didn’t mean to pry. I was genuinely curious.

She looked sheepish. “Too long. But that’s another story.” She glanced toward the door. “Are you ready to face them after all that?”

“Sure.” I hoped our initial encounter with Mrs. Delaney would be the worst of the weekend. We’d already hit rock bottom.

“Great! But be prepared—my sister’s kind of a bitch. She’s a lot like my mom.” Madison wrinkled her nose. “And my dad’s very boys’ club.”

“Great.”

She forced a smile. “That’s what I was thinking—just great!”

I got up, smoothed my clothes, and offered her my hand. “C’mon. We just had a great quickie. We can face anything.”

Maddy looked confused. “Quickie?”

“Well, yeah.” I checked my watch. “That took less than five minutes.”

Her hand fluttered to her throat. “So that was super quick, then? Huh.”

“Huh?”

She hopped up, rolling her eyes. “Right. Gah, I don’t know why I’m being such a spaz.”

“Shake it off,” I suggested. But I recognized the symptoms because I was suffering from the same condition. No one had touched Madison in a long time.

I watched as she fixed her hair and straightened her skirt.

I pried my eyes away, realizing that I was staring. OH MY GOD, BOB! RIGHT THERE! Her words rang in my ears.

What would it be like to make her scream my name for real?

I shook my head to try and clear it. Who’s the spaz now? But unfortunately, I already knew the answer.

Chapter Ten

MADISON

“I cannot believe I’m getting married tomorrow!” Sienna toasted herself for the fifth time. “It’s crazy that I’ll be off the market forever!”

Like me, my younger sister had long blond hair and green eyes, but our similarities ended there. Or so I hoped. She was lunching in her string-bikini top—and by ‘lunching,’ I meant that she’d eaten three bites of her salad and had since stuck to wine. The ten other bridesmaids in attendance, a mix of Sienna’s former sorority sisters from Delta Phi Chi Delta and friends from boarding school, looked just like her and were also refusing to eat. All had long blond hair, even the ones who were Asian and African-American.

My cousin Claire was going to freak when she got there later that afternoon. She was the only brunette in the bridal party.

“Did you ask your bridesmaids to dye their hair?” I asked Sienna.

“Of course I did! We’re getting identical blowouts. The pictures are going to be off the charts.”