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The Wedding
Most guys would have brought Lani to some romantic comedy that they thought she might like. But Mel hadn't. He'd brought her to see the most violent movie in town, a movie about Greek armies beating the snot out of Persia. Flaming arrows, armoured elephants and swordfights ho! Lani's heart had been beating like a drum the whole time.
But not just because of that. Mel was there, and talking to him during the previews (which she'd done despite her self-commands not to, because Mel just drew it from her), he'd seemed nice. Not the treacherous and disgusting weasel that Lani had seen glittering in his eyes. 'Imagined' glittering in his eyes, she realised. He actually seemed… Well… Nice. A word she hadn't called any guy since Teddy the Flame. But Mel…
She shook the idea from her head. But she'd been in there so long that when a ballista shot, Lani jumped and grabbed the closest thing. Mel's hand on the armrest.
She was sure that she blushed. She tried to move her hand back but Mel held onto it.
Oh no. He thought that she…
She was trying to figure out how to weasel her hand out when she relaxed.
Maybe it was okay…