Ruth's POV

My sister is passed out drunk in the next room and I'm standing in the doorway of her fiancé's bedroom because I want to fuck him.

The pre-wedding party ended an hour ago. Adrienne — my younger sister, the bride — drank herself into a champagne coma by eleven and her bridesmaids dragged her to bed. 

I should be in there with her, watching her and being a good maid of honor. Instead, I'm in the hallway, staring at Daniel Kerr through an open door.

My feet are carrying me toward him like they've been rehearsing this walk for two years.

I noticed him before she did at...