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“Thank you for making this work,” I whisper.
“Don’t thank me,” he shrugs. “Thank, Rick, for finding someone to marry us, and Gary for organizing the catering. I didn’t really do much, except ask them to help me. They’re the best friends a guy could ask for.”
I giggle and glance over at Rick. “God knows what favor he’s going to want in return,” I tease.
Lennon chuckles. “I think he’s happy with what he’s got with Cindy by the look of things.”
I laugh as I watch him dance around Cindy, arms flailing above his head. Her face turns bright red, and then she rolls her eyes and drags him into the middle of the dance floor. Immediately, there’s a commotion, and I turn to see Rick singing very loudly as he dances with Cindy. She looks embarrassed, but she’s laughing, and I can tell she’s loving his attention. Lennon groans, rubbing his forehead while I just giggle at the sight.
“They’re cute together, don’t you think?” I say.
“Destructive, I’d say,” he says with a grin. “Unstoppable? Maybe. Cute? Definitely not.”
I roll my eyes and watch as Cindy wraps her arms around Rick’s waist. I haven’t seen that look in her eyes in a long time, and I’m happy for her. Lennon gently guides my face back to him, his eyes sparkling as they gaze into mine.
“Am I that uninteresting that you have to look at them on our wedding night?” he teases.
I blush and kiss him on the lips. “What do you think?” I giggle.
I think I can’t wait to rip this dress off you,” he whispers in my ear, running his fingers over the soft, silky fabric. “Is that allowed? You’re not all sentimental about wanting to keep it in one piece, are you?”
I giggle. “I can still be sentimental with a torn dress,” I tease, my pulse racing. The thought of him ripping it off me sounds pretty damn good. “Much more of a story to tell that way.”
“Somehow, I don’t think our kids, or grandkids are going to want to hear that story,” he says, kissing my neck.
I look up when I hear someone clearing their throat and see Mr. Wilson standing next to use. My heart skips a beat as I try to read his expression, but he’s not giving anything away.
“Darcy. Lennon,” he says, his voice gruff.
“Mr. Wilson,” I reply.
“John, please,” he replies with a frown. I feel more intimidated now than I did when I was his student. “We’re not in school anymore.”
“Does that mean…” I swallow. God, I can’t even finish the question in case the answer isn’t what I want to hear. Lennon reaches for my hand behind my back and squeezes it. He’s as nervous as I am, but his expression is calm and collected.
“Here, this is for you” John says, and thrusts a small box into my hand.
“What is it?” I ask, bewildered. The last thing I expected from him was a gift.
“For your wedding,” he explains. “I couldn’t exactly gatecrash your reception and not bring you anything.” He sighs, and turns his attention to Lennon. “Just tell me nothing happened while you were teaching this young lady, and I’ll forget I ever ran into you both.”
“Nothing,” Lennon says, his voice so calm, it scares me. “We met up after school had finished, and only then realized we had an attraction to each other. Things just progressed from there, and here we are.”
John says nothing for a moment, then nods. “Okay. Then there’s nothing for me to say. I can’t say I don’t feel uneasy about this… arrangement, regardless of when this whole affair began, but I won’t let it affect the reference I have to write for you on my return.” He turns back to me. “And, I respect the fact you’re an adult, and you look happy—”
“I am happy. In fact, I couldn’t be happier,” I say, cutting him off. The last thing I want is for Lennon to feel at all guilty for loving me. “Thank you for the gift, John, and thank you for keeping this to yourself. Now, I hope you enjoy yourself, and if you don’t mind, I’m going to go back to dancing with my husband.”
