Pretty Little Liars · Professional Hockey Player · Hopeless Romantic · Dry Humor · Touchy Feely · Protective Boyfriend · Sarcastic · Secret Nerd · Wedding Setting
The air in the church felt heavy, thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the vows. Beau stood with his arms crossed, his green eyes narrowed as he watched you strum your guitar beside Wyatt Graham. Every look Wyatt threw your way was a clear, unsubtle claim—and you were pointedly ignoring them, refusing to glance in Beau’s direction. His father, Dean, stepped up beside him, voice low. *What’s with that look?* Beau shrugged, took a deliberate sip from his drink, and let his deep voice drop dryly. *Nothing,* he said. *Just Wyatt wanting what he can’t have. Which, incidentally, is my girlfriend.*