The wake up call rings in Josh's room and it feels as though I've only been asleep for a few minutes. He reaches over to the nightstand and feels around blindly for the phone as I peel my eyes open and glance at the clock, realizing that I have, in fact, only been asleep for less than an hour.

I should get up and get ready for brunch, but I can't seem to find the willpower to pull myself away from where I'm tangled up with Josh. When he softly kisses my lips and pulls me closer to him, all hope of getting out of bed in a timely fashion is lost.

Though Josh typically comes across as chaos embodied, the man I spent last night with was anything but frenzied. He was attentive and generous and very focused. I have no complaints.

We lay in bed for a while, slowly waking up and exploring each other's bodies again. Eventually I can't delay the inevitable anymore and I pry myself out of bed. His phone rings as I'm gathering my clothes and getting ready to zip myself back into the bridesmaid dress.

He hastily tells whoever is on the other end of the line that he will be in the office that afternoon and flips his phone shut again.

"Here," he's standing next to me in a flash, offering the hotel's big, fluffy robe instead of the black silk dress I'm about to shimmy into. He holds it open and I pause for a moment. "This will be more comfortable. And warmer."

"Josh, I think you have to pay for those if you take them," I laugh.

"Okay." He drapes it around my shoulders. "So now you have a new robe."

"You're a very sweet man," I state. It's more of a quiet observation, I suppose, than a statement. He seems uncomfortable at my words which makes me recoil a bit. I didn't mean to say something to make him think I'm some kind of clingy woman. "Well, I better get going. Don't want to be late for brunch."

"Yeah. Right. Me too." He rubs his hands coarsely over his face and up into his hair, then briskly massages his own scalp. When he's done, he looks more alert. It's as though he's given himself a jump start. I'm slightly amused by the sight of his hair sticking up on end as he follows me to the door.

As I reach for the handle and turn to say goodbye. He's right there, leaning against it to prop it open for me as he pulls me close and thoroughly kisses me goodbye. I'm left slightly stunned by his actions and can't help but smile goofily at him. Fortunately for me, he's returning the grin.

"See you down there." He tells me as I make my way to the elevator and back to my room, clad in a fluffy white robe and holding last night's dress. It might not be the finest start to the morning but last night was worth every second of the looks I received from strangers in the hallway.

I quickly shower and dress for brunch before heading downstairs to the ballroom. When I arrive, the room is already fairly full of people mingling and helping themselves to a coffee bar and elaborate spread of food.

I immediately spot Josh in the far corner talking to Sam's father. Though he's mid conversation I can tell he's aware of my presence. I meet his gaze from across the room and he gives me a smirk of acknowledgment.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and Joan finds me almost immediately, talking a mile a minute. It sounds like the prior evening lived up to all that she'd dreamt it would be and I couldn't be happier for her.

We're joined by a few other people and as much as I'm enjoying the conversation, I can't quite concentrate on much more than where Josh is in the room. I swear I can feel him stealing glances at me. Eventually he makes it over to my side, standing far enough away from me that we appear to be having a casual conversation but closer enough that he can reach out to touch me as we speak.

"Josh, don't bore my friends with politics." Joan appears from seemingly nowhere, with a huge smile on her face.

"I hate to break it to you, Mrs. Seaborn, but you're surrounded by politicians now." He bats back.

"Well thank god I've still got Donna," she announces with a flourish.

"Yeah." Josh smiles. "Thank god for Donna."

It's in that moment, however, when I wonder whether what I've done that will alter my friendship with Joan. I sincerely hope not, but right now isn't the time to find out. Today is about Sam and Joan.

Josh is pulled away by a ringing cell phone and steps outside of the ballroom.

"Did you have fun last night?" Joan asks hopefully.

Boy, did I ever. "Yes. Everything was lovely," I assure, keeping my response fairly generic.

"And I heard you went to the lounge with the White House staffers," she continues, putting me slightly on edge. "Charlie said they enjoyed getting to know you. But I'm sorry if you felt like you had to go. Josh can be overbearing sometimes. Just tell him to leave you alone."

"Oh. No. I enjoyed myself." It's an understatement to say the least but now is not the time nor the place.

Joan shrugs her shoulders. "Alright. Well don't say I didn't warn you."

She's pulled away by Sam's aunt so I make a plate with a few pieces of fruit and a mini quiche and find a seat near the other bridesmaids.

The guests mingle for a short duration but most people are ready to head to the airport or get home. And there's no doubt Joan and Sam are ready to be on their way as well.

I say my goodbyes to everyone at the table and give Joan a hug. I glance over to see Josh deep in conversation with Toby so I grab my purse and head back towards my room. I'm barely out the double doors to the ballroom, however, when I hear him softly call my name.

I turn around and he's right on my heels, practically skidding to a stop in front of me.

"Hi." He grins.

"Hi."

I wait for him to continue but he stands in front of me in silence, fidgeting a bit as if he is all the sudden overcome with nerves.

"Can I call you?" He asks, his brow furrowed as he looks at the ground.

"I'd really like that," I assure, taking his phone from his hand and flipping it open. I type my info into a contact and flip it shut again, giving him a little smile as I hand it back to him. I know it was just one night together and I am probably making way too much out of this. And on top of that, he's my best friend's brother. But I find him handsome and sweet and incredibly charming.

God, I hope he calls.