Originally, it was the family’s attempt to get you and Ben to be friends simply for the sake of the wedding. The tension was causing stress that neither groups of people needed, and honestly it was getting tiring seeing you two bicker back and forth.

So at first you were like ‘to hell with it’ and decided, fuck it, you’ll get along with him as long as you don’t have to see him again after this is over.

At first, that was.

And then he started sweet talking you, and being all coy whenever you brought it up. The occasional arm around your waist and gentle tilting of your head with his finger guiding your chin was irritating yet so.. so insanely attractive.

It was simply a matter of time before you were in the kitchen together, bouncing around and singing what Ben called his serenity song. Breathless towards the final chorus, you had calmed down and watched Ben playfully sing and dance, pausing when he stopped hearing your voice.

“Why’d ya stop?” He panted, his movements smooth as he slid over next to you against the counter. He knew it was because you were currently out of breath, so the question went unanswered by you.

But he didn’t like that. So, being Ben, he cradled your jaw and tilted your head up to face him, his thumb guiding along your cheekbone. “I asked you a question, did I not?” He murmured, centimeters away from your face .