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It was a chaste kiss, done in the middle of a church for very few witnesses, but it still did something to me. It left some kind of mark I didn’t really want to delve into. But if I kiss her again right now, I’m scared I might not want to stop.
Winnie looks back at me, a timid smile on her lips. Her eyes move from mine to my lips, as if maybe she’s thinking about my mouth the same way I’m thinking about hers.
“Oh my god, just kiss already!” Emma demands, getting impatient.
Winnie’s tongue peeks out to wet her lips, and it captivates my attention. Her lips are a deep red. The color should make me want to avoid her lips, knowing it’s bound to transfer to my mouth. But I almost want to taste the shade she carefully applied—to wear the proof that she’s mine.
My fingers circle her shoulder again once before I let my hand travel down her back. I wish I wasn’t still holding my champagne so I could pull her against me with both hands.Feeling her bare skin against mine sends a rush of adrenaline through my body. My hand keeps drifting lower until it stops on her lower back.
With it now at the small of her back, I pull her against me even more. She steadies herself by placing her free hand against my stomach.
Leaning down, I tip her chin up towards me using my index finger, the rest of my fingers still holding on to the stem of the champagne flute. With her being this close, I can see the sparkles on her eyelids and can see that some of them have even fallen to her cheeks. She watches me carefully, clearly waiting for me to be the one to seal our lips together.
I hope that with her hand placement, she can’t feel how much my heart races at the thought of kissing her again. My mind screams at me, knowing it’s dangerous for me to want to kiss her this bad, but I don’t care. She’s my wife, after all. If people ask us to kiss as newlyweds, I can’t tell them no. Can I?
I don’t care that we could brush it off. I want to kiss her. Right here. And I can admit to myself that I want to kiss her later, too. And maybe even tomorrow.
Her breath hits my chin as our faces get closer and closer. I’m ready to taste her again.
I forget that people are watching us. All there is in the world is Winnie and me as our lips finally brush against one another. She sighs when her lips press to mine. The little noise drives me more mad. I go in again, this time with not as chaste of a kiss as before.
She tastes like champagne. I’ve never been a fan of it, but fuck, I could learn to like it if I got to taste it from her tongue. Speaking of tongues, when I cautiously let mine slip against hers, she lets me. Her mouth opens, her tongue meeting mine.
I’m only reminded that her friends are all staring at us when I hear Emma speak up. “Jesus. Get a room, you two!” She whistles, and I hate that there are so many eyes on us.
I hate that I want to deepen the kiss but can’t. I want to drop the champagne and let it spill at our feet so I can grab her face between my hands and angle her head just the way I want it. I want to kiss her long and hard, but none of that can happen because I’m sure countless eyes are aimed our way. For once, I don’t care if they look. Iwantthem to look.
I want them to know she’s mine.
Finally, our kiss breaks. Winnie laughs, pressing her forehead to my chest as both Margo and Emma make obnoxious sounds after seeing us kiss. I keep my arm wrapped around her, meeting the eyes of her friends with a coy smile.
“That was hot,” Emma notes, taking another drink of her champagne.
Beck points to my face. “You took a little of her lipstick with you, Moore.”
I shrug, looking back down at Winnie, who has now untucked herself from my chest. Her cheeks are flushed, and I hope it isn’t from embarrassment but instead from the intensity of that kiss.
“I hope you know everyone is staring at you two,” Margo adds, her eyes sweeping around the room. I follow her lead, noticing so many eyes aimed at us.
I take a deep breath. “Yeah, I figured. As much as I’d rather spend time with this group all night, I think it’s time my wife and I at least mingle for a little bit.”
“Get ready for a flood of questions,” Beck warns.
Winnie reaches up, swiping her thumb underneath my lips. “You do have a lot of my lipstick on you.”
“Good,” I tell her before taking her hand in mine. I smile, not dreading the rest of the night at all. In fact, I might just be looking forward to feeding into our narrative tonight. “Let’s get this over with.”
CHAPTER 23
WINNIE
It’s been almosta month since Archer and I got married, and it’s been the most chaotic month of my life. People were mildly interested in me when I attended events for my family. I was a socialite; if there weren’t a lot of famous people there, then the press would ask me questions.
Everything changed the moment Archer and I announced we were married.
Suddenly, everyone cared about me—about us. Our pictures were everywhere, our interview was being shown all over TV. They’ve called us the modern-day version of Romeo and Juliet, making the past month a whirlwind.
Luckily, Archer doesn’t seem too eager to go to every event we’re invited to. We’ve attended some to keep up appearances as husband and wife, but it’s our quiet mornings that I look forward to the most.
