Lauren sniffled and shook her head again. “No, it’s definitely not Adam. Trust me.” The statement, she knew, was only partially true. “I was just crying at how happy I am for you.” She smiled back at her friend warmly. “Everything is so perfect, Jenna. Just like you said it would be.”
Jenna stared back at her. In her wedding dress she looked absolutely stunning.
God, Lauren thought to herself. Look at her. She’s so beautiful…
“You’re better off without him you know,” Jenna declared carefully. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
Lauren shrugged. The whole situation was screwed up. She didn’t want to think about it; not now, not tonight. Even so, she also knew her friend wasn’t wrong.
“Are you sure you’re not upset over Adam leaving?”
“Honestly? I’m more upset that he screwed up our plans,” Lauren replied. “We were supposed to spend a week here, tour England together. See Ireland. And now here I am changing my plane ticket to go straight home.”
Jenna’s shoulders slumped. She looked devastated for her friend.
“You could still do all that,” she said. “You could still—”
“Alone?” Lauren sighed. “No thanks. That’s just not me. I’d be miserable.”
“But—”
“Look,” Lauren said, forcing a smile. “Forget about all this. It’s your wedding day! The last thing you should be doing is worrying about me. You’ve got a beautiful, amazing night ahead of you! And after that…”
“Wedding night sex?” Jenna giggled.
“Yeah,” Lauren laughed. “That too. But no, I was referring to the amazing honeymoon Logan has all planned out.”
That much Lauren was one-hundred percent sure of. Logan had come to her months ago, asking for ideas, and Lauren had helped him plan every last detail of her best friend’s honeymoon. The newlyweds were to tour Europe together, stopping at the biggest, best, and most fantastic places. Places that would make Jenna go crazy.
“You should come,” Jenna said flatly. She smiled and took a step in Lauren’s direction.
“Yeah, right,” Lauren laughed. “I wish.”
“No,” Jenna repeated. “You’re not getting me. I’m saying you should come…”
She took another step forward, and Lauren noticed her friend’s whole expression had changed. Her grin was mischievous now, even devilish. And Jenna had that look in her eye — the one Lauren had seen countless times before. But usually when—
“I didn’t come here just to check on you,” Jenna murmured softly. Slowly, deliberately, she slipped her arms over Lauren’s shoulders. “I also came to make you feel better.”
Lauren froze as her friend leaned in. Their foreheads touched. Her body, her dress — it was all pressing against her. Making her feel like—
“I came for this…”
The bride’s lips brushed against hers, and then suddenly she was kissing her. Jenna’s lips were soft. Pliant. Hungry.
They sent a familiar electric shiver through Lauren’s entire body.
Two
Lauren stood with her hands on Jenna’s hips, her friend’s mouth churning hungrily against her own. For a moment she relaxed her jaw, just letting her kiss her.
Then she kissed her back.
She focused on Jenna’s softness, inhaling the bride’s heady, perfumed scent as something slipped past her teeth. She opened her mouth for her, and their tongues dueled sexily against one another…
“W—Wait. We can’t…” she said at last, pulling back. But Jenna kept on kissing her.
“Not now. Not here…”