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We slap hands.He walks to the bar and grabs a glass of champagne.I stand here and admire my new wife in her gown, dancing and celebrating with our friends and family.She looks extremely happy.That’s how I intend on keeping her.

Chapter 29

We have plans to take a trip away, but with my new position, those plans had to be delayed.And instead of going to a fancy hotel for the weekend, Autumn said she wanted to be home with me, so that’s where we are.

Home.

We moved all of her things in last week and she’s still working on putting them where she wants them, but there’s no rush in that.She can take all the time she wants doingwhatevershe wants.

“We did it, sweetheart,” I say as we go inside.

“We did.Oh, I love this so much, Judah.I’m somebody’s wife.Little ol’ me…”

“Not just somebody’s wife.Mywife.”

“Yes.Yourwife,” she says, “And I always will be.Now, take this dress off me and carry me to the bedroom.”

“As you wish,” I say, unzipping her gown before picking her up and carrying her as she instructed.I lower her to the bed, thinking about how awkward this is for me being that I’m limited in what I can do with her, but it’s not like she’s not aware of that.

After removing my pants, shirt, vest and bowtie, I join her.

Lie with her.

Be with her.

Yet, I’m trying to grasp the idea of making love to a woman without having the proper tool to do that with.What must she think of me?Of our wedding night?Of—

“Judah.”

“Yes.”

She chuckles.“Do you want me to tell you everything to do?”

“No, but—I don’t want this to be weird.”

“It won’t be.Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

She moves to straddle me.Her hair falls around her face as she stares down into my eyes.Then she lowers her face, her hair, her body and kisses me softly the way she always does.She’s graceful with her movements, with her touch.I close my eyes and connect with every spot on my body that her lips touch.I feel them on my jaw, down my neck, on my ear and then my neck again.She whispers, “I think you’re nervous.”

I open my eyes and look at her.“I’m not.I’m just a bit anxious.”

“You don’t have to be.”

I don’t have to be, but I have good reason to.I push those reasons aside for now and watch her as she kisses me.I feel her lips on my neck again before she moves down to my chest.My heart beats rapidly.I close my eyes and attempt to contain the feeling.

“You smell good,” she says.“I love the way your skin smells.It smells like…comfort.”

Crawling back up to her, we’re breathing the exact same air when she says, “Judah.”

“Yes?”I answer, with my eyes still closed.

“What are you doing?”

My eyes spring open.“I’m enjoying this—enjoying my honeymoon night.”

“Are you sure?”

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