Page 50 of The Ungainly Wallflower
“Yes?”
His eyes held a trace of worry and Emma frowned gently.
“Are you happy?”
Her eyebrows flew towards her hairline.
“Happy?” she repeated, as he nodded. “Yeatman, I am overjoyed!”
A smile blossomed at once and Emma laughed, doing just as she had longed to do some minutes before and throwing herself into his arms. He held her tightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, still barely able to take in that they were now man and wife.
“I am overjoyed,” she repeated, as she leaned back just a little, seeing him smile. “This day has been more wonderful, more glorious than I could ever have imagined. I am your wife now, Yeatman, and there is nothing I have wanted more.”
Lord Yeatman bent his head and kissed her lightly, the heat of his lips rushing straight through her so that she sighed against him when he lifted his head.
“I am glad to hear it,” he said softly as Emma smiled back at him. “To hear you make those vows, to know that I am now your husband brings me such delight, I can barely speak of it. It is too much for me to express.”
“That is exactly how I feel.”
He kissed her again and this time, it was long and lingering, leaving her heart pounding and her breathing ragged. Lord Yeatman chuckled softly as heat seared Emma’s cheeks.
“We should go out to everyone waiting,” he said softly, though he did not drop his arms from her waist or make any attempt to move back. “They will be expecting us.”
Emma sighed softly, desiring nothing more than to linger here, alone with Lord Yeatman.
“Yes, I suppose we should.”
His head lowered and he caught her lips for a third time, though this time it was only for a moment.
“I love you, Emma. I shall always love you, no matter what happens.”
Emma put one hand to his cheek, searching his eyes as her heart swelled with affection for him, all over again.
“And I shall love you,” she promised, softly. “I shall love you every day for the rest of my life.”
THE END
