candle lanterns had been hung and it looked absolutely beautiful. I idly wondered how they were going to light all the candles in the lanterns that were hanging at least twenty feet off the ground now, but quickly decided it wasn’t my problem.
I turned to walk back into the bedroom while scrolling through the pictures I’d just taken, making sure I got everything I wanted, when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and looked up to see a dripping wet, half naked man wearing only a towel around his waist.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was in here,” I said, looking down. “I knocked but no one…” I peeked another glance at him while trying to apologize, when I realized I recognized the half-naked man. “Robert?” I abandoned modesty and looked up, staring at him.
“Violet! What a pleasant surprise,” he said, perfectly calm as he dried his hair with another towel. The sound of my name passing his lips made my stomach do a flip.
“I didn’t mean to barge in on you, I was just trying to get a few pictures.” I blushed. He looked even better than I remembered, although he did have clothes on the last time we’d met. I noticed his eyebrows were raised when I met his face and I thought back to what I just said.
“Oh, no. Not pictures of you. Pictures of the wedding being set up downstairs,” I quickly clarified.
He laughed. “I’m not accusing you of anything.”
“What are you doing up here?” I tried to maintain a casual tone even though the expression on my face was anything but casual. I knew I’d be seeing him at some point today, I just didn’t expect to see him so naked.
“Showering.” He smirked and looking down at the towel around his waist.
“Obviously, but what are you doing here, showering?” No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep from looking him up and down. His torso was perfectly sculpted and his bare shoulders were broad. Droplets of water coasted down his long sides, landing on the towel around his waist. I followed one of the droplets all the way down until it disappeared into the towel. Immediately I looked away, embarrassed at where my thoughts had so quickly gone. It felt like I had been watching that drop of water for an immeasurable amount of time when I finally looked back up at his face.
“I’m staying here for the wedding,” Robert said, not looking at me as he threw the smaller towel he had been using to dry his hair into the hamper.
“Right,” I pointed at him and tried my best to advert my eyes, “best man.”
“Is that a problem?” he asked
“That means, you’re Jake’s brother?” I still couldn’t believe this was happening. The man I had often found myself thinking about since the bookstore was standing in front of me wrapped in nothing but a towel.
“Slightly younger more charming brother, yes.” He laughed.
I moved closer to the door and did my best to keep my eyes on the ceiling but failed miserably.
“So, you’re the photographer for today, I see.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
“Yes I am! I mean, yep, I’ll be here all day. ”Why did he have to be so handsome? It really wasn’t fair.
“Wedding photography, huh? I didn’t take you as the mushy love type,” he said with a smile.
“I’m not.” A nervous laugh escaped my throat. “I do weddings and portraits on the side to pay the bills.”
“What company do you work for?” He raised his eyebrows. Usually people didn’t act this interested about my work.
“I actually work for myself.”
“Your own business, well that’s impressive.” He nodded his head. “So you like poetry and photography.”
“What, are you compiling a list?” I asked, embarrassed.
“Not exactly.” He smiled, making my breath catch in my throat.
“I… I should get back to work.” Slowly, probably a bit too slowly, I turned and walked toward the door.
“Violet,” he said behind me.
I turned back to look at