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“You’re stubborn,” he retorted.
She huffed before breaking eye contact and turning back to her burger. “Fine, but only tonight.”
“We’ll see,” he responded, turning back to his own burger. He knew that it cost her a lot to concede to him helping. He also noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the slump of her shoulders as she ate her dinner. She’s worked herself ragged setting this up. He was both frustrated and in awe of her.
Finishing up their dinner, they worked in relative silence, Skylar directing him as to where to place candles or vases.
“The flowers will be delivered first thing tomorrow, so if you wouldn’t mind coming with me and helping me with that, I would really appreciate it.” Skylar fidgeted with her hands as she asked.
Dyllan walked to her, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear with a smile. “I would love to.” He watched as a smile appeared on her face, her shoulders slumping in relief at his answer. “How much did it hurt you to ask me for help?”
“More than I’d care to admit,” she answered coyly.
Looking into her eyes, he saw a softness there he’d never noticed before. He realized that all the hard work and dedication she’d given to her friends had taken a toll on her.
Standing from the table, he pulled out his phone and brought up his music app. Within moments, Morgan Wallen’s smooth voice rang through his speaker, singing ‘Somebody’s Problem.’
“Dyllan, what are you doing?” Skylar asked, her head tilted as she looked up at him.
Placing his hand out in front of him, he gave her a mischievous smile. “Dance with me, wife.”
“You aren’t even going to ask me? You’re just going to tell me to dance with you?” she asked with a smirk.
“Would you expect anything less?” he asked, his smile broadening.
“No, husband, I wouldn’t.” She chuckled as she placed her hand in his and stood up.
He pulled her into his arms, resting their joined hands over his heart as she placed her head on his chest. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her in closer as they started to sway to the music.
“I didn’t take you for the dancing type of guy,” she whispered into his shirt.
“I’m not.” His answer was curt, but he didn’t stop swaying with her.
“Then why are you doing this?” she asked softly.
“Because you didn’t get this type of wedding, and that’s not right. The least I can do is give you our first dance.” His hand moved in lazy circles on the small of her back, and she relaxed into him even more.
“And you chose this as our song?” she asked, snapping her head up. Her eyes shone like the depths of the water, a soft light from the hanging bulbs casting a soft, angelic glow on her.
Damn, she’s gorgeous.
“Yup,” he answered matter-of-factly.
“Why?” She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Because you’re my problem now. No one else’s.”
“Normally, I’d take offence to being called somebody’s problem, but for you, I think it’s a compliment,” she said with a shy smile.
Dyllan couldn’t help but laugh. He threw his head back, pulling her in tight and for the first time in a long time, just let it go. “Yes, babydoll. It’s definitely a compliment.”
“Well, good,” she replied, resting her head back on his chest. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”
Taking her left hand from his shoulder, he brought it to his mouth and kissed her ring finger. “Soon, everyone will know exactly whose problem you are.” Placing her hand back on his shoulder, he squeezed her hip. “You deserve better than what you got. You deserve better than me.”
“Don’t say things like that, Dyllan.” She shifted her hand so it rested along his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment, loving the feeling of her holding him in her hands.
“I mean it. You deserve better than what you got.”
