He put his arm on the man's shoulder, subtly supporting him.
“No problem. Don’t need two best friends falling out before the big day. And over a couple of birds!” Adam laughed.
“Oh, please, don’t tell Natalie.”
“I won’t.” Adam shook his head. He gave a sly smile at Gareth, who smiled back, shaking his head.
“And that means don't tell Sophie either. You know how women talk.” Adam's eyes widened. “Hey, Natalie will be fine with it really. We trust each other, you know? But she's likely to kill Simon. So until after the wedding, right?” Gareth laughed. “Or I'll be left without a best man.”
Adam chuckled, puffing at his own cigar.
“I know he can be an arse at times, but why‘d he have to pull a stunt like that?” Gareth ran his hand through his hair, then placed it back in his pocket. “I’m getting married, for Christ sake! Just because he can't keep his knob inside his pants … ”
Adam raised his eyebrows, intrigued. He’d thought about seeing if Simon could shed some light on why Sophie was acting oddly, but had chosen to leave it be. Sophie wouldn’t have been happy having him delve where he shouldn’t go. And besides, what would he have looked like? The jealous boyfriend? He didn’t want to look as if he had anything to be jealous about. That would wind Simon up more than anything. Gareth might be able to give him some insight to the bloke, what Sophie had been attracted to. Because at the moment he couldn’t see why Sophie, as smart as she was, had fallen for Simon. Gareth was right; the man was an arse.
“Maybe he doesn’t know you as well as you thought.”
Gareth laughed. “Yeah, I should have known, really. Simon only looks out for number one, after all. And thinks with his dick most of the time.”
“So why is he your best man?” Adam asked, scratching his head. “From what I see, you’re nothing alike.”
Gareth shrugged. “I’ve known him so long. We grew up together. We've always been 'best friends'. But he changed when he hit puberty.” Gareth chuckled and Adam watched with interest. Gareth continued, “I’m not sure when exactly, but all of a sudden girls came into the equation. He became very popular with the girls and it gave him a new kind of confidence.”
“So why'd you stick around with him?”
Gareth shook his head, exhaling the smoke of his cigar. Both men’s breathing had become heavier with their climb. “I don't know. We each had our own set of friends at uni, and we were studying different things – only natural.” Adam nodded, listening to Gareth. “But after uni, we met up, hung out, went to a match together, that sort of thing. I started seeing Natalie one summer and through us, he met Sophie. I suppose, when it doesn’t come down to girls, he’s all right really. We’ve bailed each other out occasionally.” Gareth looked Adam in the eye. “You must have a friend that gets on your nerves at times, but you still wouldn't be without.”
Adam thought of James, who’d got him into this mess. A part of him was already planning on how to kill him. And a small, ridiculous part wanted to thank him. James had started at the company as an apprentice at the same time Adam had stepped off the factory floor and into the offices. He’d been glad to meet someone close to his age and interested in similar things. They might be chalk and cheese, but along the way they’d become good friends. Yeah, James drove him mad at times, but he’d become a very good, trusted friend. Not an arse like Simon though. He was more like Gareth actually, his life settled with Kate.
“Yeah, yeah, I do, actually.” Adam smiled.
“Hey, how’d it go?”
Sophie approached Adam, finding him waiting in reception as promised. He stood up from the leather sofa and she reached up, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips, remembering what he’d said. Heavens, did that feel good – and odd. Luckily, the alcohol in her veins meant she didn’t care. She relaxed when he smiled. Then she frowned, noticing he was on his own.
“Where are the others?”
“Gareth has gone up to his room, and Simon isn’t back yet. We left him to it.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll tell you in the morning.” Adam glanced over to spot Cassie talking to a group of people, and she waved at Adam.
“More family and friends arriving.” Sophie took Adam’s wrist and glanced at his watch. “Do you want to be introduced?”
“Can it wait?” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly towards him.
“Yeah, it can wait.” Relaxing into one another felt natural, but was it alcohol fuelled? Whatever, it did feel rather wonderful, like she had her safety net back. Sophie waved back at Cassie. “I'm tired, too.”
“Then let’s go to bed.” Sophie looked at him. He subtly chuckled. “You know what I mean.”
They headed towards a pair of lifts and Adam pressed the call button, keeping Sophie close to him. She rested into him, tiredness creeping into her bones, wanting to drop the pretence in front of her friends and family. To her relief, the lift door opened and they stepped in.
Adam pressed their floor button, and turned to face Sophie. If she could feel it, he could too - all eyes were on them. The lift doors started closing and he slowly leaned towards her, his eyes meeting hers. He moved towards her gradually, glancing to her lips, his slightly parted.
Sophie’s heart raced. Watching his blue eyes, then his lips. He’s going to kiss me, really kiss me. We haven’t discussed this! The lift doors closed. Adam pulled away with a wink. Sophie breathed out.
But the lift didn’t move. The doors pinged and started to open. Adam, startled, instantly planted his lips on Sophie’s, pulling her into an embrace, one hand stroking her cheek. Sophie hesitantly ran her fingers through his hair, kissing him back, softening into his hold.
“Oh, sorry!” a man said. A middle-aged couple stood there awkwardly as the doors fully opened. “We’ll wait for the other lift.”
Sophie pulled out of the kiss, her cheeks red hot. Then, she spied Simon with two women, one clinging to each arm, walking towards them.
“All right, Adam. Sophie!” Simon called out, kissing one of the women, groping at the other. Both women giggled, their hands were all over him. Sophie scowled at the sordid sight.
As Adam reached for the lift button, Sophie instinctively reacted. She grabbed hold of his collar with both hands and kissed him passionately, more lustfully than the kiss they'd just shared. Her breathing was heavy as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body hard against his, combing her fingers through his hair.
Adam reciprocated, pulling her closer to him. He let out a pleasing groan, urging Sophie to continue. Still embracing each other, lips locked together, tongues caressing, Sophie heard the lift doors close. As soon as she felt the weightless moment of the lift rising, Sophie let go of him, standing back. She straightened her dress and chewed her finger, shuffling from
