She leans into my hand and blushes. “Yours.”
When it’s my turn, Brooke slides the ring on my finger, pausing to look at my face. “No backing out now.”
I laugh because making light of any situation is what I do. And in this case, it’s safer than admitting I’d run through a brick wall for her right now. “I got this. I thrive under pressure.”
She snorts. “Maybe, but this isn’t a fourth-quarter interception opportunity.”
I shake my head and smile. “Nah. This is much better.”
The officiant interrupts our flirting. “By the power vested in me?—”
Holy. Shit.
Husband.
When he says I can kiss my wife, I don’t even wait for him to finish speaking.
I wrap my hand, the one with my ring on it, around her neck and pull her in for a kiss. Everything disappears as we get lost in each other. And when Brooke drops her bouquet, she winds her arms around my neck, and this time, she deepens the kiss, slipping her tongue inside my mouth.
The officiant taps on my shoulder. “Hate to disturb, but we have another couple waiting.”
We pull apart reluctantly.
He gestures to a couple behind us—who honestly look too blitzed to be getting married, but who am I to judge?
I look back at Brooke, and she starts to laugh.
“Oh my God, Silas. We really did that.” She covers her mouth with her hand.
I grin. “Follow-through is one of my strengths.”
She pushes my chest. “I knew you were trouble.”
“You married me though.” I hold up my ring finger.
Her smile softens. “Yeah, I did, husband.”
We leave the chapel in a limo that was somehow just sitting outside. Like it was an Uber limo or something. Who cares? My wife is sitting in my lap.
“Oh, Silas. They have more champagne.” She leans forward and taps on the divider. “Sir, can we have the champagne back here?”
He lowers the glass just enough for us to hear him. “Yes, ma’am. That’s for all my guests.” He raises the glass, and it’s just us again.
Brooke wiggles off my lap and scoots over to the bar. “This one looks good.” She holds up a bottle.
“Sure, that’s fine. I gotta admit though, I don’t know a whole lot about this stuff.” I take it from her hand.
The cork pops, and she holds two flutes in herhands. “To the top, husband.”
“Yes, wife. Your every wish is my command.” I smirk.
“As it should be. Now give me a kiss.” She puckers her lips and leans in.
I set the bottle in the cupholder next to me, cup her face, and kiss her fully on the mouth.
When I pull away, her eyes are still closed, and she sighs. “Best night ever.”
“I hope you’re saying the same thing come morning.” I chuckle.
