Nate

I've slid my damp undershirt on when two of the bride's friends step into the ladies' and freeze. I give them a smile. "Carry on. I'm just getting dressed."

They both laugh a little, and I'm sure they think I just got a quickie in the bathroom, which would have been nice with the right partner and one a little less frantic and friend-like than Brooke. I toss my shirt over my arm, slide my camera strap up my shoulder and head for the room. I'm not sure exactly why Brooke never thought to ask if I had another white shirt because I do, and it's not damp nor does it smell of Tide. It's that watching her work and be so determined and not even realize she'd stripped me until it was done... It was too hilarious to stop. Only once she did realize, there was a part of me that wanted to take advantage of the situation. Of her being close, and me being without a shirt. I'm just not sure what to do with that part of me yet.

I step out of the bathroom and head to the suite for a new shirt and to dump my jacket. I'm done with that thing.

I slide the card into the door, push it open and my foot catches on something on the floor. I grasp for the wall, catching it just before I fall to the floor. I flick on the light to see Brooke's heels at my feet. She's in here?

I set my camera on the counter and head for my room, stripping my damp undershirt off in the process. "Brooke?" I ask and nothing.

Maybe she changed shoes in a hurry. I can't imagine what else she could possibly be doing. I walk through the quiet living room when I hear the most distinct soft moan.

I freeze as scenarios flit through my brain. Mom's not here for sure. It was definitely a girl and definitely from Brooke's room. Another small whimper comes from behind her door, and I'm drawn to it before thinking.

I'm about to call her name again when I realize there's definitely something happening, and maybe I shouldn't interrupt. Mom's voice screeches in my earpiece. "Brooke! Now please."

I cringe. And she wonders why I'm always turning it off.

I take a few more steps inside, and something is definitely off. It's not like Brooke to miss a page from Mom.

"Brooke?"

"Yes," she gasps from behind the door, and I step back unsure if her "yes" was in response to me or something else entirely.

"Brooke?" I give a soft knock. "Are you getting the bouquets?"

"Oh. Shit. Oh." There's an odd scrambling sound, a couple of thumps and then, "Just a sec. I had to... I needed my flats, I..."

Her door flies open as she dials in her earpiece. Her cheeks are pink, and I swear she's breathing a little hard.

"You alone?" I ask, glancing behind her, the pieces starting to fall into place.

She glances at me quickly. "Seriously, Nate. Put on your damn shirt."

She stalks off, no flats and stuffs her feet in her heels.

It all hits me at once, what she was doing up here. Holy shit Brooke is awesome. "What were you up to, Brooke?" I tease. "Weddings a bit of a turn-on for you?"

I don't even see the side of her face she's trying so hard not to look at me. "Gotta run!"

She grabs the door to the suite while I'm still in the living room grinning. "Relieve the pressure before the big romantic moment?" I holler after her.

I laugh and she stalks up the hallway. That Brooke is something else. Wonder if she always gets off on wedding days.

***

Brooke is bare-faced from the shower, Mom and Morsten have long since gone to their room, and I'm in pajama pants and a T-shirt, restless even though it's late.

She grins as she taps a few buttons on her phone and flops on the couch.

"Who's that smile for?" I ask as I sit.

"Joshua. He said he's looking forward to seeing me again when we get back." She flips through her phone.

I try not to think about the a-hole I haven't had time to meet yet. "You're about to check something off, aren't you?"

"What?" She raises her brows but her eyes don't pull from her huge Galaxy.

"I wanna know what it says." I lean toward her, but her back is on the arm of the couch and she just leans away.

"I'm just looking over the schedule." I know she's lying because she still won't look at me.

"Brooke. What did it say? The thing you just checked. What did it say?"

"Ugh." She widens her eyes. "You're impossible!"

"Would you rather talk about this afternoon?" I slide closer and wiggle my brows. "The fact that you were alone in your room, and-"

"Nate." She pauses for long enough that I know she's about to put off way more bravado than she feels. "It's called masturbation. Maybe you've heard of it. It's where you-"

"Point made." I hold up my hands between us. "You win."

She gives me a smug smile over her phone. "It said 'confirm date with Joshua.' That's all."

Because I can't help it. "Do you schedule time for getting off, or is it actually spontaneous?"

Brooke flashes me a look before standing up and wandering to her room.

I'm not ready for the distraction of her to be over yet. Celeste wrote back to say she'd love to see me again only I couldn't bring myself to care. Now that I've half walked in on Brooke during her solo bedroom session, it feels like we're back to the comfortable friendship I've started to rely on. "Brooke?"

"I need to make a call, Nate. Gimme a sec."

"Fine." I toss my arms in the air with a smile. "Bet twenty bucks I have you lured back out of your room within ten."

"You will lose that bet." She widens her eyes in another childlike gesture before closing the door between us.

I immediately open it.

"Nate. Seriously." But she's smiling as she scolds me. And suddenly I can see it all. Her firm waist, her sweet smile, her short hair in a mess around her face, and I don't want my night to be over.

"Come with me."

"I'm wearing pajamas," she protests.

I hold out my hand, glad we're smiling and getting along and that there's no weirdness. "Come on."

She takes a step toward me, still hesitant.

"Leave your phone and let's people watch. It's perfect at a hotel this size, this late at night. Trust me."

Her knuckles are white as she clutches her phone. I step into her to take it away, but she laughs and pulls her arm around her back making me reach for it. "No!" she squeals.

"Oh, yes." I swipe for it, but miss, only now our bodies are touching, and I don't want it to stop. "I'm getting that phone."

"I said I'd call, Nate!" She stumbles backwards until she hits the bed, and I know I have her.

"Walk with me. Call later." Her body feels so good bumping against mine as she tries to get away that my heart skips.

"It's late!"

But to be honest, I don't want her calling that guy. She smells like her shampoo and vanilla soap and her smile hits me in good places and before thinking about it too much, I clasp my hand gently around her wrist to hold her still and press my lips to hers.

"Wha..." she starts but I kiss her again, just lightly.

I pull away just far enough to see her eyes in the lamplight of her room and we're both watching each other with this weird expression of what just happened.

"But-"

I don't let her finish, parting my lips and kissing her again. Brooke lets off a soft whimper in my mouth and our tongues slide together. Everything in me shifts and all I can think about is more. I want more of her. More of her sweetness and laughing and mouth and tongue.

She clutches my shirt as our kiss deepens further. And the everything she could be hits me hard. My heart skips again but for a completely different reason. This is a girl who knows about my friends and my annoying brother and Viv and me. She knows me. She gives me hell and sees through my moods, and I think about how fast perfect moments turn to crap when... I slow the kissing, but my brain hasn't totally caught up yet. She and I will turn to shit when she realizes I no longer fit on her to-do list, or when she finds someone who doesn't call her on all of her ridiculous planning. Or when she remembers I'm not the guy perfect enough to fit into her perfect life-plan.

Our foreheads rest together and I'm divided because I never want to take my hands off her, but I can't... More than anything I need Brooke to be my friend right now. I can't risk it. Can't ruin that.

She tilts her face and gives me a small kiss. One I'm sure is meant to encourage me, but, "I can't do this," I whisper as we sit with our foreheads together in the dim light. "We're friends. I need us to be friends."

She starts to talk, but I rest my hands on her cheeks for a moment, trying to find the strength to walk away.

"Nate, I-"

Once she starts talking, I have to get away because I can't work through a conversation about this right now. I jump back to the door like it's an emergency exit in a fire. "I'm stupid. I'm so sorry. It'll be okay." I'm just spewing words because I want this awkwardness to be over. "Just like normal at work on Tuesday. I promise. And it'll all be fine."

So many things flash across her face that I don't try to decipher them. I could, but I don't want to. I know I confused her. I'm confused, and I'm the one who started it. I practically bolt for my room and grab my phone off the nightstand. I may hate my brother for some things, but there are a few other things he's really good at-one of which I'm in serious need of.

To Xavier: Need you to take me out and get me wasted the second I'm back in town.

I know he won't answer until sometime tomorrow afternoon, but I also know he'll say yes.