Page 67 of From Best Friend to Bride
Deli’s eyes widened like we hadn’t done a rehearsal just yesterday, and her chest heaved. I stepped closer to her, cupping her face, and held her gaze for just a second.
“Fred…” she whispered.
“Just one,” I murmured, lowering my lips to hers.
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DELILAH
Fred was kissing me.
Actually kissing me.
Not the pretend one we’d done in the rehearsal yesterday. Not the just-off-the-mouth one we’d discussed would be the right thing to do.
No.
An actual lips on lips, mouth on mouth, breath mingling with breath kiss.
His lips were soft. Warm. Smooth. Sweet.
If ‘home’ had a taste, I couldn’t help but think this is what it would be.
My heart raced inside my chest, and I leant into him the tiniest amount, laying my hand on his arm. Our guests all cheered and clapped, and some whistles came from the general vicinity of our friends.
I knew they were right there, mere feet away, yet it was all an echo, like something that was happening a hundred miles away.
No.
It was that feeling of your ears being bunged up. That full, heady sensation where all you can feel is your pulse thundering in your ears and every other noise is dulled and muffled by an uncontrollable force.
There was only the feeling of my thumping heartbeat, Fred’s palms against my cheeks, and his lips gently brushing over mine.
I’m going to kill him for this.
He pulled back, but not very far. Just enough so that he could look into my eyes and I could see the smirk that stretched across his handsome face.
“You—” I hissed.
“Save it,” he whispered back. “Just for a few minutes.”
He linked our fingers together and held up our clasped hands. Right—we weren’t alone yet. If I didn’t walk out of here looking like the happiest woman in the world, the jig was so up.
I leant into his side and grinned in Nana’s direction. Both her and Granny were dabbing at their eyes, and our mothers were crying floods of tears.
Good grief.
What was Aunt Vi crying for? Was it because we were married or because she knew it was all a sham?
Married.
We were married.
Fred was my husband.
Oh, dear God.
We made our way back down the aisle and away from the crowd. We had a little time scheduled after the ceremony for everyone to rest and get a little something to eat before they joined us for photos.
