Saturday night, Will asked Christian to help him pick out a ring. He had to yell the request, even though Christian was standing right next to him, since the club music was pounding around them. They had been sent to fetch drinks for Jenny and Carrie, who was finally getting her night out.
“A what?” Christian yelled back.
“A ring!”
Christian stared at Will, his mouth hanging open. “An engagement ring?”
Will nodded, grinning and blushing a little.
“An honest-to-God, we’re-getting-married-and-I’m-not-shitting-my-good-friend-Christian engagement ring?”
Laughing, Will nodded again.
“Well, ho-ly balls! Congratulations!” Christian grinned and grabbed Will in a hard hug, pounding him on the back. “Don’t waste any time, do you?”
Will shrugged. “Jenny wants a long engagement—just to be sure. So it’ll probably be a couple months before the actual wedding.”
Christian laughed at that and tossed an arm over Will’s shoulders. “We need some drinks!” he called to the bartender. “This guy is getting married!”
Several of the men gathered around the bar gave Christian envious looks. “No, not to me—not that that wouldn’t have been fabulous,” he gave a mock-wistful sigh and gazed at Will with puppy-dog eyes. Will just laughed and, in an overflow of happiness, grabbed Christian in another hard hug.
“Okay, big guy, need to breathe here,” Christian choked. He turned back to the bartender. “Lemon Drops all around—we’ve got some celebrating to do!”
Back at the table, drinks in hand, Will was almost knocked down by Carrie’s whirlwind hug. He held the glasses safely above her head and looked at Jenny, startled.
Grinning at him, she mouthed, “I told her.”
Will nodded and inclined his head to Christian, who carefully set the drinks on the table before pulling Jenny up. He hugged her and swung her around in a circle as Jenny laughed, flushed and happy.
The dance floor lights glinted off the necklace Will had given her the day before, Valentine’s Day, to a very enthusiastic reception. His cock thickened as he thought about Jenny’s way of saying thank you. She had told him that he had broken the Valentine’s Day curse, which he didn’t really understand, but he happily accepted her gratitude for said curse breaking.
“This calls for a dance,” Carrie announced, blotting at her eyes with a cocktail napkin, careful of her mascara. Will looked at Jenny in panic but she just tugged him by his arm to the dance floor. He shook his head.
“I can’t dance,” he yelled above the music.
Jenny waved off his protest. “If you can have sex, you can dance to this. Watch.” She pressed against him and started undulating to the beat. Jenny kept her hands on Will’s hips, moving him with her until he began to relax and follow her body with his own.
Jenny was right—it was a lot like sex, only more sideways. Will smiled, pleased with himself. Jenny saw his self-satisfied grin and laughed, turning her back and tucking against him.
Yeah, Will thought, as Jenny’s ass ground against his hardening cock. I definitely like dancing. Glancing around, he saw Christian and Carrie moving in the crowd. He watched Christian and even copied a few of his moves, making Jenny grin in approval.
A feeling of unreality struck him. He, Will, was dancing. With his soon-to-be wife, no less, while out with their friends. His life before he met Jenny, so solitary and silent, was gone, banished by her laughter, her chatter, her friends—even her dog.
Overcome with gratitude and love, Will wrapped an arm around Jenny’s waist. She turned a merry face up to him and Will kissed her, the taste of her laugh filling him with joy.