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We're hours into the Fourth of July bash, and I have to admit, this charity event is already my favorite.
It has nothing to do with how beautiful you look in your floral bikini. I lie. It's hard to remain professional in front of all the guests when you're a walking wet dream.
If you're not by my side, you're hanging out with my family or Kate. It's easy to say my parents love you, and Grandpa Ed is your number one fan. Their approval means the world to us.
I'm making my rounds, thanking everyone for their support, and trying to get back to you. People keep stopping me to chat, and all I want to do is spend some time with you, enjoying the perfect weather.
The sun is starting to set, and I notice that Kate has disappeared, so I'm sure she and Garrett are getting the bonfire set up.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Carmen and her team always deliver, and tonight is no different. The last time I checked in, they were prepping for dessert that will be served on the beach.
I know you're excited for the s'mores. You made sure to not eat too much so you could save plenty of room.
I scan the banquet hall and find you at the open bar with Grandpa Ed. I'm surprised to see the two of you taking a shot together.
As I'm making my way to you, someone asks me to stop by the silent auction table. I hold back a sigh and follow them. It turns out a few items aren't getting many bids. It's not a big deal. The night is far from over, and the drinks are flowing freely. I'm sure the more lubricated people get the more generous they'll be.
By the time I catch up with you, Grandpa Ed is gone, and you're sipping on a daiquiri.
"Hey, baby."
"Hi!" You kiss me softly and offer me your drink. "How are things going behind the scenes?"
"Pretty good. Everyone is having fun, no drama, and the donations are rolling in steadily. What about you? Are you having a good time?"
"Of course." You chuckle around your straw. "Your grandpa is trying to get me drunk."
"I saw the two of you doing shots earlier."
You hold up one finger. "Singular. I had one shot. Ed had three. I told him it would make you look bad if I got sloppy."
I roll my eyes. "You couldn't make me look bad if you tried."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Masen."