Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Prologue

***Why am I here? Just to post a prologue, no worries! You won't get more material for a few days, at least :p

Also, this chapter is gonna seem really AWKWARD. Don't worry, there are PLENTY OF WITNESSES to prove that NOTHING HAPPENS XD

And I picked a classic by the Backstreet Boys for this chapter. Jay and Nya's POVs will be songfics, while everyone else's will mostly just have the typical soundtrack/music cue..***

***(Skylor's POV)***

One week earlier - Beginning of May

***Music Cue***

Kai releases a contented sigh, and I can't help a smile.

"I told you you'd enjoy a couple's massage," I chuckle.

"Yeah, well, whatever. Man, I never realized my muscles got this tight from practice." He lets his arms hang off the side of the table limply.

"So you're hooked now?"

"Mm-hmm. These people give massages as good as yours."

I clear my throat, arching an eyebrow.

"Almost as good as yours," he adds, smirking. "I know you get a lot more pleasure out of rubbing my sore muscles than the staff here does. I mean, it must be enjoyable for anyone to be deemed worthy to give me a massage, but...it's extra enjoyable for you."

I roll my eyes. "Uh-huh. And why is that, Kai Smith?"

"Because you know that not only do you get to give me backrubs once in a while, you get to be my massage therapist for the rest of your life."

"The rest of your life?" I chuckle. "Even when you're old and wrinkly and not so sexy anymore?"

"Ooh. I'm sexy, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows, his tanned face an expression of triumph, pride, and pleasure.

By golly, he's so handsome. And we both know I think that, but I almost never admit it. It's just kind of a flirty game we've always had - he tries to get me to admit he's hot, and I deprive him of that triumph.

"No," I blush. "I...uh..."

"Yes? I'm waiting, Skylor." His voice teases me.

I cough. "I...didn't mean...I...I meant to ask, uh, if you'd...you'd confirmed your choice for best man yet. You know, our wedding's in a month and a half." Words. I finally know how to use them.

"Pfft, you're changing the subject." His face flushes. "I..."

I immediately go on high alert. "Kai Smith, what are you hiding?" If he doesn't just tell me, I am so reading his mind.

"I'm not hiding anything," he argues. "I'm just searching for the best way to put this so you don't actually kill me."

"Kai," I growl. "If you don't tell me right now – "

"Okay, okay! Um, so...who all is coming to our wedding?"

I blink. "The guys? Nya? Seliel? Family friends of mine? A number of important people whom we're pretty much honor-bound to invite, given their connection to my business?" I inherited my dad's thriving noodle company after he went to prison about a year ago. Yay, me.

"Oh, right. Yeah."

"Kai," I say suspiciously. "Please tell me exactly what you're hiding."

"Fine." He swears. "You remember those invitations you asked me to send out last month?"