Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 9

By the time the reception had come to an end, I'd met all of Mason's siblings and nearly half of his extended family.

The reception was fun. We got to see the groom and bride share their first dance, as well as watch the groom dive under his bride's dress and retrieve her wedding garter with his teeth.

Everyone ate, drank, mingled, and danced. The best man and maid of honor made a toast to the newlyweds, wishing them well in the new chapter of their lives. Their speeches were funny, beautiful, and had the bride bawling.

After taking pictures that would last the bride and groom a lifetime, we watched and waved with smiles on our faces as they left for their honeymoon in Jamaica.

"Hey," Mason whispered, pulling me back into the building. "Wanna dance?"

"I don't dance."

"Is is because you can't, or because you don't like to?"

"Both."

Pulling me all the way back into the ballroom where the people who were hired to decorate was taking everything down and cleaning up, I was dragged to the center of the dance floor.

"Well, I think we should change that."

"Mason," I said with a laugh as he twirled me around. "There isn't even any music."

Putting one hand on my hip, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a crisp, green Benjamin Franklin. He then handed it to the leader of the band that played during the wedding.

"Five minutes. That's all I need."

"Sure," the leader singer said with a smile. "Any song in particular?"

He shook his head. "I don't care as long as it's slow."

The leader singer nodded, running her fingers through her purple hair before glancing back at her musicians.

Her angelic voice rang throughout the ballroom, Mason pulling me in so close that I could feel his heart beat. Our breaths became one, our movements in sync with one another as he slowly guided us around the room.

My arms were slung around his neck, a smile on my face as we flowed around the room like a leaf in the wind.

I had no idea what song was being sung, but it sounded like pop rock. Which was a kind of music I was quite familiar with. It wasn't my favorite genre of music, but it was definitely up there along with R&B and anything involving Chase Atlantic or The Neighbourhood. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

I was twirled a second time as the lead singer's sweet, raspy voice filled the room. I felt like a yo-yo as Mason twirled me out, then back into his arms.

Although the song had come to an end, I was still up in the clouds. The rapid thrum of my heart in sync with Mason's. As soon as I looked into his green eyes, my cheeks fell flush and I had to turn the other cheek.

Mason's fingers gently grip my jaw and turn my head. "Don't look away. I like staring into your eyes."

"That's so damn corny," I said with a snort and a bite of my lip, my cheeks warm and probably tinged pink.

"Maybe so, but it's the truth."

His eyes fall to my mouth. "Have I changed your mind yet?"

"A little," I admitted.

His lips curled up into a smile, exposing a set of perfect pearly whites. When I bit my lip once more, his smile vanished. "If you keep biting your lip like that, I may have to do something about it."