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The reception isa blur of champagne. The air is thick with laughter and congratulations, and the soft music beckoning us to the dance floor.
I spend as much time as I can with Willow in my arms, staring into her pretty hazel eyes.
She's my wife.
It's the only thought in my head.
Through all our thanks yous and congratulations, through the toast and the cake and the last dance, it's the only thought in my head.
Even as we say our goodbyes and tumble into our limo for the two mile drive to our hotel.
My whole body is warm.
Light.
Not with nerves, but with joy. And it's written all over her face too.
She's as happy as I am.
I fall back onto the bench seat.
She climbs into my lap. Her hands go to my hair. Her smile spreads over her cheeks as she looks down at me. "We're really married."
I take her left hand and and trace the outline of her rings with my thumb. "You have doubts yet?"
She stares back into her eyes. She knows she has the power to crush me, but she doesn't consider it for a second. "No." She slides her right hand down my left arm, takes my hand, and traces the outline of my wedding ring. "I don't think I've ever been this sure of something."
"You're my wife."
"You're my husband." She releases my hand and settles into my lap. "It's perfect. Today… everything was perfect." She leans down and presses her lips to mine.
Fuck, she tastes good.
I need this closeness with her.
I need everything else in the universe gone.
I need to make love to my wife.
And I don't give a fuck how cheesy it sounds.
She pulls back with a needy sigh. She wants me, badly. But there's something besides desire in her hazel eyes—
She's exhausted.
I reach up to run my fingers through her hair.
Her eyelids flutter closed. Her lips part with a sigh.
I get lost in the pleasure spreading over her expression. "I'll forgive you if you fall asleep."
"I won't forgive myself."
"It's almost midnight."
"I don't care."
