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Wyatt chuckles. “You didn’t tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Maggie asks.

“It doesn’t matter,” I say at the same time the asshole tells her, “How about you two keep it in your room from now on so you don’t get arrested again?”

“It’s hard to do that when we keep breaking the bed,” I remark and Maggie giggles while pulling me away from her ex.

Once we’re far enough away from his earshot, she says, “Why were you antagonizing him?”

“I wasn’t. We just both happened to be at the bar at the same time. I told him his face looked better, and he was pissed I got you arrested. Mostly he was pissed for the reason I got you arrested,” I tell her as I urge her back against the wall and place a kiss on her lips. “This mouth of yours is incredibly dangerous.”

“So is yours,” she remarks with a grin as she reaches up to rub the back of her neck. “I think I got whiplash from the convulsions this morning.”

“It sounded like you were enjoying yourself. Then and earlier…”

“I did. I was,” Maggie says quickly.

“Did you tell Wyatt we were faking it at the beginning of the week?” I ask her.

“Huh? No. Why?”

“He mentioned that he knew we were faking it before we got caught on the beach.”

“How? I didn’t tell him,” she says. “Kendall mentioned it this morning when we were at the spa to Monty’s mom and sister.”

“Right,” I say, betting it was his sister who told Wyatt since they’ve been hooking up. Not that I’m about to tell Maggie about them.

She doesn’t need to know. It would only hurt her.

And possibly ruin everything.

“Come on,” I say as I take her hand and start leading her to the dance floor.

“What? You don’t dance, Teddy.”

“But you want to dance, so you’re about to find out why I don’t,” I tell her when we reach the edge of the sweaty couples grinding on each other.

Maggie smiles brighter than the sun as she winds her arms around my neck and sways her hips seductively. “Think of it as foreplay,” she says. “Of what’s to come when we go back to our room.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I grab her ass to drag her body impossibly closer to my own, showing her that I’m more than ready to take this upstairs.

Her lips caress my neck as we move to the music, sending shivers down my spine. “Thank goodness you bought more condoms.”

“Thank goodness,” I echo. “Are you going to tell Kendall we desecrated her chapel the night before her wedding?”

“God no,” Maggie replies with a laugh. Then she stands on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, “Why? Do you think it’s bad luck?”

“I don’t think luck has anything to do with it.”

“Right. Because it’s fate,” Maggie says.

“It feels that way tonight,” I admit quietly.

Since she’s tipsy and I don’t want to hurt her feelings, I attempt to change the subject, whispering in her ear, “Do you remember that Halloween party our freshman year?”

Maggie pulls back to look at my face. “A little. Why?”

“Only a little?” I ask in surprise. “You had sex right in front of me and everyone else in the room.”