I look at my hands, trying not to look at him, feeling the bubbles warm me up and reach parts that have been sleeping, dormant for a while and then leans in. for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but he reaches out and touches my ring on my finger. Turning it around.
I watch him not saying a word, and all I am conscious of is his breathing.
As it deepens and then he leans in even further, his nose just barely touching mine. He smiles and touches my chin as he kisses me.
Pulling me onto him, his mouth searching mine as his hands work their way through my hair. Deep kisses, his tongue teasing my mouth alive. All thoughts of the wedding leave my head as he pulls me on to him.
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