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We makeforever.
When I come down from the roaring high, I taste salt on my lips.
My own tears, I think, overwhelmed from the depth of what we just experienced.
And I smile into this timeless moment, opening my eyes and finding his sated and so full of love.
He’s still watching me like I’m the only girl ever made for him.
Raptly, in the truest sense.
My heart convulses.
No one but Grant has ever looked at me like that—and no other man ever will.
Not since he’s claimed me as his.
With his ring, with his love, with his touch, we’re one and the same.
Two perfect hearts rescued from the dark.
* * *
Months Later
Okay,I’ll let you in on a little secret.
I always wanted a spring wedding. In my little daydreams about a fairy-tale life with Grant as a little girl, it was always green and warm.
There’d be flowers everywhere.
A sunny day full of butterflies and the smell of blooming plants.
An open-air ceremony under the crisp blue sky with God himself watching and nodding along in approval.
Instead of doves released into the air, we’d have more butterflies, set loose everywhere. Even my dress would be butterfly-themed.
I had it all planned out just like every girl who dreams of her future husband, wondering who she’ll get to be with him.
I just never thought my husband-to-be would spoil me enough by making it flipping happen.
A silly comment started it one night after we collapsed in each other’s arms, sated and sweaty and deliciously sore.
We hadn’t set the date yet, still caught up in the afterglow of getting engaged. Our families were so ecstatic we almost didn’t survive all the hugging and back-thumping and laughing shouts.
I used to write about marrying you, I teased him, swirling my fingers through his chest hair.All the details worked out. I wanted a butterfly dress.
Yeah?He’d caught my hand, held it tight, kissed my knuckles.Tell me. Tell me what kind of wedding you dreamed up.
So I told him.
I just never thought he paid that much attention beyond the idle conversation.
I also never thought Grant freaking Faircross would be the kind of man to take over planning a wedding. I admit I was nervous, when he insisted—but Ros promised to keep him in line and make sure he didn’t make a complete man-bungle of it.
It still made me a little skittish, being kept in the dark about my own wedding.
But today, as I look at myself in the mirror, I know.
