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I swallow hard and close the distance between us.

The zipper starts just above the curve of her ass, and I lick my lips as I put one hand on her hip and take the zipper in the other, slowly pulling it up the curve of her back, making sure not to catch her hair. I can hear her breathing hitch, and it takes more strength than I knew I was capable of not to drop my mouth to her exposed neck.

Way too soon, the zipper is up, and I don't have a reason to remain so close, so I step back a bit and give her space to turn around.

I hold my hand out to her. "You ready to go downstairs and do this?"

Putting her hand in mine, she nods. "Yes. Let's go."

CHAPTER13

Lisa

I've always beena little obsessed with weddings.

Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of my perfect wedding day. The dress, the flowers, the decorations, all of it made me giddy with excitement.

I would spend hours lost in bridal magazines, imagining every detail of my fairytale wedding. And even though I'm divorced now, something about the magic of these moments still stirs something deep inside me.

And today is no exception.

It's Saturday afternoon and John and I are sitting in the chapel for Angela's wedding. The chapel is small and quaint, with intricate details and a Victorian style that feels like something out of a storybook. The warm glow of the stained glass windows casts a peaceful ambience over the room. The pews are lined with flowers and ribbons, and the scent of lavender and rose fills the air.

John leans over, a mischievous grin on his face. "You know," he whispers into my hair, "if we started a movie when this ceremony was supposed to start, we’d be halfway through the sequel by now."

I roll my eyes and nudge him in the ribs. "John, a woman's wedding day is her day to be a queen, and a queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early."

John just chuckles and shakes his head.

We are sitting side by side in the pew, his fingers threaded through mine.

At first, it felt awkward holding his hand in front of all the people. But now, it feels so natural that I can't imagine not having him here with me.

He looks so handsome in his crisp suit and perfectly styled hair. I'm wearing a powder blue dress that falls just below the knees, complemented by a delicate string of pearls around my neck, feeling elegant yet comfortable for the long ceremony ahead.

I glance at him, a twinkle in my eye. "Besides, isn't there a saying about good things come for those who wait?"

Something flares in John's gaze. Then he gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "Well, when you put it like that," he concedes, "I suppose patience is a virtue I could benefit from personally."

I blush at his words, but I don't get to respond because the wedding march begins to play. All eyes turn to the back of the chapel, where Angela appears in a stunning white gown, her father proudly walking her down the aisle.

As the ceremony carries on, I let my mind wander. I wonder what it would be like to be up there again, in the stunning wedding dress, with someone I genuinely cared for waiting for me at the altar. Even though my first marriage was a disaster, I still believe in love. Would I be as happy as Angela? Could I find love again like that?

Closing my eyes, I let myself get lost in the moment, imagining what it would be like to have a true partner in life. But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, John squeezes my hand tighter, bringing me back to reality.

“Well, the queen's grand event is over," he teases, his voice low and flirtatious. "Are you ready to make some unforgettable moments of our own?"

I turn to face him, a playful smile dancing on my lips as I raise an eyebrow in question. "Oh really?" I ask, my voice teasing, "And what kind of unforgettable moments are you suggesting, Mr. Barton?"

John grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I was thinking of showing off my infamous cha-cha on the dance floor," he says with a wink, "You know, the one that's been known to cause mass swooning and spontaneous applause. I hope you're ready to handle all the attention, because once I start, there's no stopping the John Barton dance phenomenon."

I give him a real laugh this time. "Who knew my grumpy boss was such a dancer?"

A subtle chuckle escapes his lips. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

I playfully nudge him with my elbow. "Well, we have plenty of time at the reception for you to enlighten me. I'd love to get to know these hidden layers of yours."

I offer him a smile, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation flickering in my eyes as we the congregation gradually trickles out into the cool evening air, migrating towards the reception area.

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