Nate gently bumps my shoulders with his. He leans in close and whispers, “Wait for it.”

“I’m so happy that we’re all here to celebrate Ben finding his soulmate, and Gabby marrying her Mr. Wright.”

Amy puts the mic down and hugs the two of them as the room erupts in applause.

Even though Nate told me about his mother’s love for “Mister Wright with a ‘W’-slash-Mister right with an ‘R’ comparisons,” in a teasing way, I thought he’d playfully roll his eyes when she said it. Instead, he looks over at me with an unreadable expression on his face, and the intensity of it is too much for me to bear.

“ARE YOU just going to stare at him all night looking miserable?” Xavier asks as he leads me across the small dance floor.

“I don’t look miserable,” I tell him, not even bothering to deny the fact that I’m staring at Nate. He’s a few couples away, holding Madeline’s hands as she balances on the top of his feet, trying to learn a simple box step. I grin watching the two of them, but I know it’s a melancholy sort of thing because there’s this inexplicable sadness pulling at my heart that I can’t quite seem to shake this evening.

“You look miserable, and that’s not acceptable.” Xavier flashes this sly grin before he dramatically dips me, and I can’t help the high-pitched squeal that comes out of my mouth. I laugh as he lifts me up, and lightly smack his shoulder once I’m back on two feet again.

“That’s better,” he says, pulling me closer. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, glad to be close to someone with no expectations for a little while. We sway together for a minute or two longer, until the song ends. Another one starts up, and soon Xavier is pulling away.

“May I?” Nate asks.

Xavier steps away quickly, knowing my acceptance is a foregone conclusion. I nod, offering Nate a small smile as he takes my hand in his. As usual, the slightest contact with his skin just burns, sets every nerve in my body on end. I take a deep breath as his hand slips around my waist and settles against the small of my back, pulling me closer until my body practically melts into his. I wind my fingers up along his shoulders until my fingertips brush the hair on the nape of his neck. I can feel his heart stuttering against my chest, can feel the way his breath picks up when I touch him like this.

I squeeze my eyes as my stomach twists. I can’t imagine allowing myself to keep him.

I can’t imagine letting him go.

I wish I could shake this sadness that I’ve been feeling ever since I stepped onto that altar. I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved, and yet here I am, so tangled up in him that I’m having difficulty figuring out how to let go.

If Nate notices my struggle, he doesn’t mention it directly. If he sees the indecision behind my eyes, he tries to distract me from it.

“This is a pretty dress,” he says, gently sliding his finger below the strap and dragging it over the curve of my shoulder. Goosebumps bloom all over my skin, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s pretty pleased with the way he can make my body react to a simple touch. Nate’s stubble scratches my cheek as he bends down to whisper in my ear. “It’ll look good on my bedroom floor.”

I pull away and laugh, rolling my eyes at how cheesy that line is. “You’re better than this,” I say, teasing him. I close my eyes as he kisses the tip of my nose.

“Fine,” he replies, smiling, his finger still gliding across my skin as his blue eyes meet mine. “We’ll play a game to see how good I can make you feel while you’re still wearing it.”

That smile, those words, and his eyes all conspire to make my knees a little weak.

“We have to stay here until Gabby and Ben leave,” I tell him, not really sure why I’m discouraging him all of a sudden.

Nate’s fingers curl around mine as he brings me closer, pressing our chests together. “We’ll make the most of the time we have left.”

The way he’s misreading my sadness makes my heart ache.

“We’re leaving tomorrow.” My voice is a little strained. I’m not quite sure why I say it; maybe it’s to remind myself of the inevitability of our goodbyes, and maybe it’s to remind him.

“What happens then?” Nate’s voice is soft, and I’m not even sure that he meant for me to hear the question. I answer it anyway.

“I don’t know.”

We sway in time with the music, and I turn my head, breathing deep. I wish I could find a way to keep his scent with me forever; I want to bottle it up and carry it around in my purse to remind me of happier times whenever life starts bringing me down. I close my eyes and think of his smile, the one that brings that dimple in his cheek out of hiding and makes his eyes as blue as the sky.

“You could come to Colorado,” he says, skimming his fingertips along the exposed skin on my back. “I could come visit you. We could find a way to make it work.”

This, this is what I didn’t want to be thinking about tonight. Or…ever, really, if I’m being honest. I could kick myself, because this is the very thing I was worried about happening when I saw him walk out of the screen door on the porch a few days ago. And I’m such an idiot, because how could I not fall for him? How could anything between us be casual? He’s as beautiful inside as he is on the outside, but I just…I can’t. I can’t, and there are no words to explain the fear and the desire that are swirling around in my stomach.

“Callie?” he whispers.

“Can we talk about that later?” I ask, trying so hard to sound like I’m not terrified. I think I’ve failed, because when I look up at Nate, his eyes are cloudy, his brows furrowed. It’s a look that’s so out of place on his handsome face that I have to reach up and smooth the crinkle between his eyebrows with the pad of my thumb. Even though his face relaxes, the rest of him is clearly tense.

He doesn’t ask about visiting again, but his arms loosen their hold on me, and already he’s slipping away.

Better now than later.

GABBY, SHELBY, Jasmine and I stand in Ben’s bedroom, helping Gabby finish packing her honeymoon suitcase. I’ve never been in Ben’s room before, but I have to say that it isn’t nearly as nice as Nate’s. The reason for this is primarily because Ben appears to be a slob.

“This is disgusting,” I say, pointing at a pair of boxers that are hanging off of a globe on his desk. I don’t even want to know about the chain of events that led to that particular item of clothing being flung there. “Is this what your bedroom looks like in your apartment?”

Gabby throws her hairbrush in her luggage and looks up at me like I’ve grown a second head. “It’s like you don’t know me at all,” she teases. “I told him to go ahead and be as sloppy as he wanted to be this week, because once that ring is on his finger he won’t be throwing his dirty laundry everywhere.”

“The ring is already on his finger,” I say quietly.

Gabby looks down at her hand and grins. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

“I put about a hundred condoms in your bag, so you guys are all set there.” Jasmine, the true ambassador for safe sex. “Don’t let him knock you up right away. You guys need some time to just chill and be married. And that corporate ladder is harder to climb when you’ve got an infant hanging off of your arm.”

“Infants don’t hang,” Shelby says, rolling her eyes. “Do you even know anything about babies?”

“No,” Jasmine replies. She looks positively disgusted. “And I plan to keep it that way.”

“Pay attention to that sage advice,” I say, pointing at Jas as I walk over and sit on the top of the suitcase, trying to help condense its contents to the point where one of us will hopefully be able to zip the damn thing.

“Take lots of pictures of the Seine,” Jasmine says. “An obscene amount of pictures.”

Shelby sighs. “They’re going to have better things to do than provide artwork for your ten thousandth living room renovation.”