“I know that look." I put one arm out in from of me. He didn't stop. "Chris, we have to get going." I backed up, scooting over to put the couch between us.

"What?" He feigned and innocent expression.

"You know what." He kept coming. I continued evasive maneuvers. "They're going to be waiting on us."

He shrugged. "It's not my wedding." His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip before sucking it back into his mouth. "I'd rather push that way too tight dress up around your waist and bend you over the couch.”