Gael's lips felt cool on Angela's skin. She instinctively closed her eyes and clutched his shirt with both hands, her heart hammering in her chest and was totally out of sync with the reggae beat playing in the background.
And just as she leaned in, he pulled back, holding her hand and smiling down at her with his devilishly handsome smirk. "I thought we were dancing?"
"What—" She gasped and then giggled when Gael suddenly twirled her around. Her heart calmed down a little, but she was still somewhat on a high after his kiss.
A few people were definitely staring at them—what with them wearing casual outfits at the wedding reception. The guests wore casual beach outfits in the wedding's color theme, mostly in white and cream. Angela and Gael looked out of place, which earned them a few glances, but neither of them cared.
