What are they waiting to see?' Sam follows my gaze and I shrug. 'Who knows? You could always do a dance, or tell a joke, or... kiss the bride?' 'Not the bride,' he wraps his arms around me, and gradually pulls me close. Our noses are practically touching. I can see right into his eyes. I can feel the warmth of his skin. 'you.' Me. 'The girl who stole my phone.' His lips brush across the corner of my mouth. 'The thief.' 'It was in a bin.' 'Still stealing.' 'No it isn't-,' I begin. But now his mouth is firmly on mine, an