" He kissed her long and hot, drinking in her taste and scent. Her hands went to his hips, her fingers hooking through the belt loops on his khaki shorts. She pulled him against her, arching her back, the fly of her jeans against his.
Josh sucked in a deep breath and finally, reluctantly, lifted his head.
“I’m so damned glad to see you.”
“I’m so damned glad I got on that bus,” she said, her voice breathless, her smile wide.
“I hope you’re planning to stay for a while. Like all day. And night. And then the next. Four or five.”
Her eyes widened. “The next four or five days?”
He lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers. “I was thinking more like months.”
She laughed softly, her breath hot against his mouth. “So everything I remember feeling last year is still here.”
“Definitely still here,” he agreed. And stronger. Absence did make the heart grow fonder. He also knew it made memories fade and fantasies grow. But it seemed that neither of those things had happened in regard to Tori.
He remembered everything—the freckles on her nose, the length of her eyelashes, the reddish-gold highlights in her hair, the way her laugh punched him in the gut and made him hard as steel.
“Thank God,” she said softly.
“So that’s a yes to the four or five months?”
She laughed again. “Part of me is a very definite yes.”
“That’s the part I want.”
“Well, I can definitely offer you a chance to hang out with me for a few days.”
“Done.”
“You don’t even want to know what for?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Wow,” she said again.
Josh brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “That’s what I was thinking.”
She blew out a little breath. “So how do you feel about weddings?”
“Are you proposing? "

― Erin Nicholas , My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding (Boys of the Bayou, #1)