As she walked into the reception venue, Kiera couldn't help but notice the electric tension in the air. Her cousin's wedding had been beautiful, but something about the atmosphere was making her feel uneasy. She didn't have long to ponder this, however, before she saw him. Ryan. He was the groom's best man, and someone she had been secretly crushing on for months now.
They awkwardly exchanged pleasantries, and Kiera couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her. She tried to brush it off as her imagination, but as the night went on and the drinks flowed, she found herself gravitating towards him.
It started subtly – a touch on the arm, a shared laugh over a joke. But before she knew it, Kiera and Ryan were alone in a secluded corner, their bodies pressed together as their lips collided in a passionate embrace. She felt him grow hard against her, and couldn't resist the temptation to grind against him.
Things quickly escalated, and soon they found themselves sneaking off to a nearby room. They were practically tearing at each other's clothes as they stumbled inside, barely managing to lock the door behind them before they were all over each other.