You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 45

Then he pushed me away slightly, taking my hand and twirling me around. "Don't you look beautiful," he said proudly, eyeing my attire. My dark hair was swept to one side in a fancy ponytail, soft curls falling through it. I wore make up today - something I haven't done in a long time, making my green eyes pop out from my dark and long eyelashes that were coated with mascara. Even my lips popped out with the light pink lipstick I have on. My pink dress was made of silk - one shoulder sleeved covered in flowers and the length being promising, the dress hugging my curves right below my knees. Even in these black heels, I was still a head shorter than Weston.

"Dot, you don't look too bad yourself," I said, winking at him and eyeing him up and down. He was in a white button down shirt that rolled up to his sleeves and dark washed jeans finished up with Nike shoes. His jet black hair was styled messily like always.

"Yeah, I know I do," he said cockily, leaning down and kissing my cheek, still holding my hand. I kissed his cheek as well, lingering my lips on his smooth skin for longer than necessary. I knew we had to keep it innocent, especially in front of my mom and my family. "Hey, Ella!" He said, clearing his throat and slung his arm around my shoulder. "You look beautiful," he continued, still trying to impress my mom.

"Oh, shut up," my mom said sternly, ignoring the look I gave her. "You don't have to kiss up to me. You do enough for me, letting my daughter stay with you until her room is done being fixed." She gave him a warm smile that she hardly gave people unless she really trusted and knew them.

I felt Weston shift his weight. As I looked up at him, he looked down at me with a hundred watt smile. It was as if he won the lottery two times in a row. "It's really no problem, Ella. I'd do anything for her," he said sincerely. Even if it was what most guys said, I knew he truly meant it as I saw his pupils dilate a little bit, sending my heart in overdrive.

"Call me 'mom'," she said, adding a wink.

***

"You better be careful," I said to Weston, chuckling silently. "Aunt Heather is checking you out."

We looked towards the table where my sixty year old Aunt sat. She pushed her round framed glasses up, squinting at Weston even if she wore glasses. When she realized we were looking at her, she fluffed her auburn colored wig and smiled, showing her pearly white dentures.

"He has some moves," Jet said, nudging Eli who was too busy staring at Abigail. Warren just nodded his head, digging it in his food. Alex and Dustin snickered at their motion. Abigail blushed, but Charles clutched her close to him as if to tell Eli to back off. If you asked where Jarred was, he was on the dance floor already. Apparently, the music was 'the bomb' as Jarred had said.

I laughed once again as I met Weston's impatient eyes again. "I would love to, Dot," I smiled.

We got up from the round table we were all sitting on, leaving them to eat while Eli and Jet played with the pink and red floral center piece. I walked towards the dance floor that had drapes coming out from the romantic faux roof top with Weston close behind. Right when we got there, the music changed into a slow one.

Weston pulled me close to him, his hands around my waist and his chin resting on my head. I sighed, leaning into him, my head against his chest. I welcomed his warmth, smell, and his erratic heartbeat. To tell you the truth, I totally forgot that there were people there. That the newlyweds were dancing as well and the other couples came up on stage. All I felt was me and him, living the moment like it was our last.