Friend of the groom

"I didn't give him anything to understand with my looks!"

“Nah, definitely not. I wouldn't be surprised if he speaks to you in five minutes at the latest or throws you over his shoulder and shoots off with you in the best caveman fashion. "

"What are you two whispering?" Our mother pushes her way into our field of vision and shakes her index finger in the air reprovingly. "Stop blaspheming."

"We don't blaspheme," I make it clear immediately.

“We're just looking at what's in the range today,” adds Roni with a grin.

"Is it a hint that you want to turn the heads of all the guys here again?" Mom doesn't seem very enthusiastic. Of course, she knows the volatility of her middle daughter and hopes in vain that Roni will finally find the right one and stop towing away a new candidate every week.

"Not everyone," she replies mysteriously and looks at me knowingly. "One is already reserved for Emma."

The loud voice of Elisabeth the Terrible can be heard and asks the guests to go to the church. I'm glad I got around an excuse. Just because I made a little eye contact with an attractive man doesn't mean that I'll roll around in his sheets later, even if the thought of it appeals to me. After all, according to my sisters, I shouldn't go home alone today, and I wouldn't mind being accompanied by him. Maybe then I would be distracted from brooding for at least one night.

In the crush of relatives and friends squeezing through the narrow door into the church, I fall back a little and see the blond heads of my sisters sticking out of the crowd a few meters in front of me. Here and there I feel my back being groped because apparently some men cannot keep their hands under control in the crowd. When someone brushes my buttock behind me again, I whirl around and glare angrily at the person.

"Excuse me." It is my eye-duel opponent who is standing right behind me and smiling. The next moment he is bumped from behind and hits me, grabbing my upper arms so that I don't lose my balance. “You'd think there's something in there for free. Everything OK?"

I nod and find that his touch sends a shiver down my spine. Wow! I can't remember ever reacting so strongly to a man. At least not in the past five years. There have been reactions to men - everything from being incredibly sharp to being truly horror. But crackling eroticism and trickling showers have been few and far between.

"You can admit it," I finally say, and turn to move back toward the door. I look over my shoulder at him and smile. "You're not sorry at all."

He returned my smile, showing a row of beautiful teeth this time. Incidentally, his eyes are gray, as I now notice. A warm gray that sparkles in the sun. "No, not at all, you are right," he says bluntly. "I like to stand behind you and protect you from any further attack on your pretty bottom."

Although I'm usually more allergic to such direct approach, I don't find it bad with him. He just doesn't seem like the type of guy who goes around the bush for a long time. So why shouldn't he tell me that he thinks my bottom is pretty ?

"You mean as long as these attacks are not carried out by your hand?" Hopefully I won't be too stupid.

In his eyes, whose dark and thick eyelashes make me jealous, there is a flash of joy. "It's very tight here," he says simply.

"Yeah, I guess there won't be physical contact." I bite my lower lip and look down before I turn my face away from him.

"I take it you are coming from the bride's side?" He asks me seconds later.

"Correct. I am your cousin. What about you? ”The traffic in front of me slows down a little and I stop to turn back to the attractive guy behind me.

“I am a friend of the groom. Loading «

'Emma? Emma Leimann, where the hell are you? ”Says my mother's voice, interrupting him in mid-sentence.

“My type is required. I'll see you inside. ”I give him an apologetic smile and notice that he's staring at me in a strange way. Where there was just a moment of great interest, confusion is now emerging. Reluctantly I turn away and fight my way through the many people to my mother and my two sisters who have already arrived inside the church and are waiting for me.

"Come on, let's get the good seats!" Mummy grabs Anjas and my hand and pulls us quite roughly down the aisle to the bench in the second row. She slides through to the middle, and the three of us follow her so that Anja sits right next to her, followed by me and Roni.

"What did he say to you?" She asks me curiously and leans close to me.

"What did who say?" I reply, confused.