Page 157 of Attached At Heart
How lucky was I that I got to marry the love of my lifetwice?
I looked her up and down, appreciating every inch of this woman, even the odd expression on her face that seemed to match Sully’s suspiciously well. Music started playing behind us. Sully must have pressed Play before leaving, but it was so soft, so quiet, I could barely make it out.
Reaching out, I laced my fingers through Delaney’s. “Have I told you how stunning you look today, sweetheart?”
A flush worked its way up her neck to her face. “A few times, yes.”
I opened my mouth to throw more compliments at her, not knowing how to stop gushing over everything about my best friend, when the song grew louder, interrupting my thoughts and cracking a smile onto my face instead.
Delaney laughed and tugged on my hand, pulling me closer. “Dance with me? I wanted one dance, just you and me.”
I shook my head, my grin so wide it hurt. “I will dance with you toThe Lizzie McGuire Movietheme song any fucking day, Lane.”
“This is why I love you.”
Wrapping her in my arms, I led us in a gentle sway. “Oh, really?Thisis why?”
Her cheeks indented adorably. “And a lot of other reasons.”
Still couldn’t quite believe that, but I’d spend the rest of my life getting used to it, and I was plenty okay with that.
I held Delaney against my chest, enjoying having her close enough that I could feel her heartbeat. Then I spun her out onto the dance floor, and she twirled on my fingertip.
“This really is what dreams are made of,” I said as she danced back into my arms, and I cradled her against my chest again.
Delaney blinked up at me. “It really is.”
“Are you ready to go to Italy next week for your real Lizzie McGuire moment?”
We’d booked our honeymoon months ago, right after we’d nailed down the dates for the wedding reception. I kept picturing Delaney lounging in the Italian sun, a hat shading her shoulders and a glass of wine in her hand. I couldn’t wait to explore a new country with her. And then exploreherat night, just like I had on our first honeymoon.
Delaney bobbed her head, an eager nod. “Very excited to be back on a Vespa with my hot husband.”
She placed a hand on my chest, and a whole-body shudder worked its way through me from her touch. And how she’d said the wordhusband.
I lowered my voice. “Are you going to wear your hair in braids again, Lane?”
She gave a sheepish little shrug that I didn’t buy for a second. At this point, Delaney was anything but inexperienced and naive about the way I wanted her. I brought my mouth to her neck, brushing kisses up the length of it.
“If you want me to,” she breathed.
“Oh, I want you to,” I whispered in her ear.
She melted against me, locking her hands at the nape of my neck. “You like a hairstyle with built-in leverage, don’t you?”
I nipped the shell of her ear and started moving my hands, dragging them up her body, needing to feel her. “You know I do.”
Delaney made a tiny whimpering noise that had my body reacting instantaneously. “Sorry if the wedding updo is disappointing, in that case.”
“Not even a little bit.” I raked my eyes over the elegant bun her hair had been swept into. Absolutely nothing about her and nothing about today was disappointing. “I can be creative.”
The song changed, and I realized that Sully had prepped the entire soundtrack for us. It rolled into another title from the movie.
But we were barely listening to it anymore.
Delaney twisted her fingers into my hair and whined my name. “Blake.”
“I know, baby.”
