Page 67 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe

“I will leave you tonight. I’m going to stay in the hotel that you booked for me knowing full well that I would not be here tonight.” She grins.

“I think I blocked out that part. I didn’t want to remember it. I can’t believe I have to survive a night without you.”

“But then after that - we can be together every single night for the rest of our lives.” She smiles the most beautiful smile, lighting her bright green eyes and warming my heart.

“I’m going to love you every single day until I take my last breath.” I promise her, leaning close to kiss her.

“I believe you.” She whispers, snuggling against me and causing my cock to go hard.

A low growl rumbles through me as I press my cock against her.

“You don’t have to stay over, just stay and play a little?—”

She shakes her head, grinning wildly. “Not a chance. In fact, because I can’t trust you to behave, I am going to eat dinner at the hotel.”

“Raven, no,” I sigh.

“Mmhm.” She nods seriously. “I’ll grab my dress. And the next time you see me - I’ll be wearing it.” She says, her eyes are filled with excitement.

“I can’t wait, my dark little princess. I honestly can’t wait.”

“Me either. I really love you, Vincent. With my entire being. My heart and soul. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Reluctantly I let her go when she steps away from me.

But before she leaves, she runs back towards me, her dress bag slung over her arm, she presses her lips into mine and kisses me with force and passion.

Then she leaves, throwing me one last cheeky smile.

Leaving me standing in the kitchen with a raging hard-on and the widest grin.

I can’t wait for tomorrow. It’s going to be the best day of my life.

Anxiety spikes and I laugh at myself. I’ve never been this nervous and excited about something in my life.

Standing in front of the mirror at the hotel I check my suit for the tenth time. Masaccio laughs at me. “You look great, dad.” He muses. “You really like her, don’t you?”

“Love, Masaccio. I love her. I’ve never experienced this kind of love. Different love, yes, but not like this. It’s so - intense. So deep.”

He nods as though he understands. As though the love he shares with his wife, Leora could ever come close to comparing to the love that Misha and I share. He doesn’t understand how tightly darkness can bind two people together. We see each other for who we are, and I am so fucking happy that I have found someone who I never have to hide from. Or her from me.

I want to see her in every moment of her truth. Her anger, her fears, her joy, her love, her darkness. I smile.

I want all of her darkness.

Together, we can rule this fucking world.

“I think it’s time to get going.” Tuomo says, sticking his head through the open door.

“We’re coming.” Mas confirms, standing up and grabbing the ring box.

I chose not to have a best man. And Misha does not have a best woman. This wedding is about no one else but us. It is our union. People are here only to witness it.

“Did you give her the coin?” I ask Tuomo before he slips away.

“I did. What is that about anyway? She’s going to be uncomfortable with that stupid thing in her shoe the entire time.”

I chuckle. “Your generation knows nothing about tradition, my boy. Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue. Six pence for your shoe.”

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