My head was spinning as I walked up the long garden back to the wedding reception. I felt dizzy, faint almost, but I knew I had to get the fuck out of there, before my jealousy got the best of me. I rejoined the wedding reception, and ordered myself a double vodka on the rocks. Once I sat down and started to sip my cocktail, I felt better, and I started to scan the room to see if I knew any of the other attendees. As my eyes drifted across the dance floor, I saw Matt. At well over six feet tall, he has a tendency to stand out in a crowd, and today was no exception, his powerful physique attracting the attention of numerous woman as he gyrated on the dance floor. Predictably, Matt was an excellent dancer, possessing a strong sense of rhythm, and some very fancy footwork. I began to wonder if there was anything that he didn't excel at, this thought causing my jealousy to rise immediately to the surface. Matt had only just returned from the Summer House within the last few minutes,
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