Katie Bailey

You smell good, Seb Slater.”

“Right back atcha,” I say, because the girl snuggled into me smells like vanilla and cinnamon… with strong undertones of tequila

And who, may I ask, is your madwoman bride?”

“Her name is Maddie.”

And she’s not a madwoman, I’m pretty sure. Despite her restroom-lurking tendencies and her very specific stalker knowledge, she’s… nice.

Funny.

Hot

Over the last couple weeks, Maddie has made me smile a lot. She’s constantly chatting, full of life and energy and ideas

, I pick up after her, but these little pieces of her, scattered like confetti around my apartment, feel nice and homey

Tonight, I’m actually kinda hoping she accepts my request to hang out because I’m in the mood for company. Specifically her company. My wifey not for lifey, so we may as well enjoy spending time together while we’re in this

this guy is the total freaking package. Because while he’s obviously hot, talented, and great at making me feel like a flustered mess with his smart-mouthed flirtations, on a deeper level, I’m learning that Seb is kind. He cares about the people around him. He’s determined to give back.

“You look at her like my daddy looks at my mommy. And they’re super happy together. So, I’m going to go with yes. She is lucky to be married to you.”

“I did it for us both

You are too much.”

But she’s not. She’s exactly the right amount of… everything

Sorry. I’m nervous to see everyone. Adam and Elizabeth.”

“Awh, Mads. Elizabeth ain’t got nothing on you.”

“How would you know?”

“Instagram, duh. Did some research before coming here