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As the music plays, Savannah walks slowly down the aisle towards me, on the arm of her father. My father-in-law, before long. It's going to be strange to adjust to the idea of the fact that my former best friend is now effectively my parent, in some ways. But I will take any amount of awkwardness or confusion if it means having Savannah. There is nothing more important in the world.
She looks so beautiful. I can't get enough of staring at her. I'm glad we paid a little extra to get a photographer to capture her walk down the aisle, our first kiss, and our signing of the register, because it means that I will have an image of this moment to look back on forever. I don't ever want to forget how she looks today.
And it's not just the dress. It's the happiness that radiates from her, the love that she sends in my direction, twin to my own. It's all of it wrapped up into one gorgeous package, and the way that she seems to be halfway between laughing and crying, hovering on the edge of those emotions.
I feel it too, all of it. Marco nudges me as if to say that I’m the luckiest man alive, and I have to agree with him. I truly am. But I don't even think that it's luck, it's like we were meant to be together in this place, in this town. It's like there was never any other way that it could go. Just the two of us, together for good, set up years ago and now coming to the prearranged conclusion.
At last, she arrives next to me, leaving her father's arm to stand beside me in front of the officiant. He turns to us with a smile, and our wedding begins.
After that, I find that I barely hear a thing. I just stand in a daze, a buzzing in my ears, and everything goes by so quickly. I can’t stop staring at her. Somehow, I manage to hear the parts that I’m supposed to repeat or answer to, though we deliberately kept the wording short in order to have the quickest ceremony possible.
The bells and whistles – none of that matters. There’s time for pomp and circumstances when we have our big showy wedding for everyone else. Today is just about us, getting married – and getting out of here to begin our married life.
But even so, I can’t help but think that everything is going so fast. Not in the sense that we’re rushing into things – in the sense that I can barely remember a word of the ceremony, and now he’s already telling us that we’re man and wife and that I can at last kiss the bride.
That, I don’t need to be told twice.
I step forward, grabbing her by the waist and at the neck, and support her as I dip her low for a kiss, sweeping her right off her feet. The attendants inside the chapel, Marco, and even Savannah’s parents clap and whistle, and when I put her back on the ground she’s flushed with happiness and surprise.
“Mrs. Savannah Fairchild,” I murmur, just for her, because I want to be the first one to say it. “Care to accompany me to my hotel room?”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world,” she whispers fiercely back, and I know I’m ready to make any excuse necessary to get away from the rest of the wedding party as quickly as I can. We’ll share a few drinks, eat a slice of cake – and then I’m ready to see if married sex is any different like they say.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Savannah
I stand in my wedding dress, right in the doorway, and strike a pose up against it.
“Oh?” Jonas says, raising an eyebrow and waggling it. “Who’s this devilish creature?”
“Mrs. Fairchild,” I tell him, raising my eyebrow in return. “I think we’ve met, but only once.”
“That’s right, earlier today,” he says, going along with the game from where he sits on the side of the bed. I caught him in the process of loosening his tie, his shoes already off. “Don’t you look just like somebody that I used to know?”
“Maybe, but I don’t think you’ll be seeing her again,” I tease. “Besides, married life has quite transformed me. I think I feel something strange coming on.”
“Something strange?” Jonas asks, tilting his head in question.
“Yes. I’m very hot,” I say, arching my back and tilting my arms above my head. Then I drop them, to the zipper at the back of the dress. “So very, unbearably hot.”
“Would you like me to open a window?” Jonas asks a grin on his lips.
“No need for that,” I say, running the zipper down from the top of my shoulders to the bottom of my back. “I can think of another way to stay cool.” I let the dress fall to the floor, showing the white lingerie I picked out to wear underneath it. Not everything about this had to be last-minute – I had enough time to get something very sexy picked out.
