Hopefully, I’m a little wiser now.I mean, I know I am because whether Adrianna knows it or not, I am all in this time around.
The second she said I do I felt it.The shift.Like a lock sliding into place.
Only it’s a welcomed one.Not a jail.Not a prison.Or a life sentence.
Some jokers refer to marriage like that, but not me.
To me, it’s more like the first freedom I’ve known in years.
Truth is, I’ve missed this.Her.Us.
We tease each other so easily.
We banter like we never stopped.
It’s flirtatious, addictive, and more dangerous than she realizes.
God, I want my hands on her.
It feels less like a desire and more like a biological imperative at this point.
So when the DJ announces the dance floor is open, I stand and offer her my hand.
Half hoping, half praying she says yes.
And I know Ad.
She loves music as much as I do.
So when the beat drops—smooth, rhythmic, perfect—I watch her warm, velvety eyes start to sparkle.That look alone almost drops me to my knees.
Then she gives me her hand.
I pull her up slowly.
Intentionally.
Dragging her across my body so she feelsexactlywhat she does to me.
And no one else has ever done that—not like this.
My exes would testify under oath that I’m the coldest bastard alive.
But Adrianna?
She’s a shock to my nervous system.
A welcomed one.A needed one.
Ever since I laid eyes on her again, the music inside me—the music that’s been dead for years—has started humming.Soft at first.Then louder.
And tonight?
It’s a full-on fucking symphony inside my head.
I pull her close, my hands settling on her waist.She melts against me, warm and sweet, fitting into my arms like we were carved to match.
We sway.Slowly.
