Ellie’s POV

I was supposed to be watching the bride and stay as close as I could to her.

Instead I was staring at the wedding singer’s mouth and getting wetter every second that passed.

He stood under the string lights in a black shirt that looked painted to his chest and arms. Dark hair, sharp jaw, thick forearms, and a voice so low and rough it felt like it was stroking my clit every time he leaned into the mic.

When he sang the slow songs he didn’t look at the happy couple. His eyes scanned through the crowd till they found me. The moment our eyes locked, I...