Time: Isaac and Tif’s Wedding Day / Kinsey: Age 23 / Post-YIM
Rating: Minorly Inappropriate
“You look so beautiful,” Taylor whispered in Kinsey’s ear, sharing the sentiment for about the fiftieth time that day as they danced with the rest of the wedding party and their significant others at Tif and Isaac’s wedding reception.
“So do you,” Kinsey told him honestly, but he rolled his eyes, “What?”
“Beautiful?” he asked incredulously.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” she teased, “You look amazing in your tux.”
“Shut up,” he sighed, pulling her closer as if that would make her be quiet. It didn’t.
“I mean, seriously,” she continued, reaching between their bodies to run her hand down his chest, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his tux jacket.
“Do you ever stop talking?” he asked.
“When my mouth is otherwise occupied,” she smirked. He looked down at her and smiled before pressing his lips to hers. “Better?”
“Well, it was for a second there,” he replied, but she just grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him as close as possible, kissing him again.
“Ahem!” someone fake coughed from beside them. Kinsey pulled back from their kiss to find Zac and his date for the night, Reggie, dancing beside them.
“What?” Kinsey asked innocently.
“When I can see tongue, it’s too much,” Zac told them. Reggie laughed.
“They’re just caught up in the romance of the day, Zac. Leave them alone,” she scolded.
“Yeah, what she said,” Kinsey laughed, “Speaking of, are you guys having a good time?” Zac glared at her and started to lead Reggie to another place on the dance floor.
“You’re evil,” Taylor said. She shrugged and moved closer to him once more.
“Pure evil,” she reiterated as the music stopped and the YMCA began, “And that is our cue to get another drink.” Taylor nodded vigorously in agreement and they headed for the open bar.