“No, I’m done running and I’m done hiding my sexuality. It just took the right man to make me feel strong enough to confront my past and learn how to trust again.”
“You know you can trust me to never hurt you, right?”
I nuzzled his nose with a grateful smile, and before I planted another kiss on his lips, I whispered, “Yes, I know, and I do trust you, Noah. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“And you to me.” Noah’s lips were soft against my mouth and the contrast between the rough sex we’d just had and the way he now kissed me with such sweet reverence made me smile.
“Are you ready to go down and dance with your bride?”
“Mhmm.” Noah caressed my face a last time and corrected a lock of my hair. “Don’t worry, your make-up and hair still look gorgeous. No one will be able to tell what we just did.”
I picked up my white silk thong that he’d torn. Dangling it in front of his face with a flirtatious smile, I teased. “They won’t know, but we will. Don’t forget your souvenir.”
He snatched the fabric from me with a boyish grin and stuffed it in his pocket. “Souvenir would imply I’d been on holiday, but it’s the opposite. These are a remembrance that I’ve finally found my home.”
