Emily Pov

　　Benson runs his hand down my lower back, reaching my waist. I tilt my head towards him, resting it on his shoulder. We are both sitting now, watching our guests enjoy themselves at the party.

　　My attention is more focused on Amy and Alex, their chemistry as palpable as mine and Benson's.

　　"I think we'll be at another wedding very soon," I murmur to Benson. I feel him tilt his neck towards me, and I nod my chin towards Amy and Alex. Benson ...