Caden & Shan
For it being a wedding, and for him having to wear a suit and tie, Caden was enjoying himself. The open bar helped. It helped a lot, actually, and he was mostly drunk by the time the party started winding down. All in all, Caden was pretty proud of himself for not acting out and not letting Roxy and her new boyfriend get under his skin. They had avoided each other, which he was doing for Aaron’s benefit and Aaron’s benefit alone. Having Shan with him probably helped, too. Why look at the past when he had a smoking hot future there on his arm? Foreseeable future, anyway. Caden still expected the whole marriage thing to blow up eventually because everything else in life followed that pattern… why wouldn’t his marriage?
In any case, the liquor dulled a lot of those feelings, as it always did. He had loosened his tie after a while and had another glass of whiskey in his hand. Some people had left already, and he hadn’t spotted Aaron and Mila in a while. He figured they were gone already or snuck off to fuck in the bathroom somewhere.
Christ, there were so many people at the wedding that Caden didn’t like much. And way too many family secrets simmering between all of them. At least Shan looked amazing in her dress, showing off her cleavage and putting every other woman there to shame. He couldn’t wait to get home and bury his face in her tits for a while. If he wanted to do that, he knew he probably ought to stop drinking. But he didn’t put his glass aside. Instead, he downed the whiskey in one swallow and thought about getting one more before the bartender closed down.
Shan was having a fantastic time. She knew she looked hot as fuck, and she had felt eyes on her all day -- jealous stares, judgy stares, horny stares ... she ate it all up. It had been a while since Shan had felt like she was the center of attention. Maybe that was a fucked up think to think when she was attending someone else’s wedding, but the happy couple seemed just so damn wholesome, even though it was a shotgun wedding. Shan hadn’t dressed to upstage the bride, of course, but she knew how to draw eyes and still look classy.
And Caden looked like a fucking snack in a suit. Shan had been lowkey horny through this whole affair, her eyes often drawn to his broad shoulders filling out the suit jacket even when they were across the room from each other. She was looking forward to getting him home to peel off those layers.
In the meantime, Shan was enjoying making up a different story for every person who asked her how she and Caden met. It was a delightful creative exercise, and she’d been getting some fun stares of disbelief. It was almost as fun as the stares at her cleavage. She had just finished telling some second or third cousin that she had been hitchhiking as she ran away from Cirque du Soleil and Caden had picked her up, when she decided she needed a refill of wine. Shan excused herself and started for the bar, her eyes scanning the room to find Caden. She was pleased to see he was on his way to the same place. Shan sidled up next to him and gently bumped into his side. “Hey handsome,” she said with a little grin. “Buy me a drink?”