I let out a low whistle. “Jesus Christ, baby. How long have you been sitting on these?”
Auri slid onto the bed beside me, her chin resting on my shoulder as she scrolled through the folder. “Years.”
My heart stuttered. She actually had been watching me for years. She wasn’t joking. I mean, I knew it in the sense that she was a fan—I saw my posters in her childhood bedroom—but I didn’t realize she was obsessing over me the way I was her.
I turned my head slightly, inhaling the faint lavender scent of her perfume. “And you sayI’mthe obsessed one.”
She beamed, nudging my jaw with her nose. “I think we’re equally insane for each other.”
I hummed, slipping a hand beneath the sheet she had wrapped around herself, tracing my fingers along the soft skin of her thigh. “You know what’s funny?”
“What?”
I exhaled, dragging my hand up her side, feeling the curve of her waist. “I saw you in passing. I was fresh out of F2. Back when you were still in F4. Just a glimpse. And I remember thinking—fuck, she carries herself like she already belongs here.”
Her breath hitched.
“I kept tabs on you after that. Watched your races when I could. You were relentless, tactical—every single move was calculated, and I knew, even then, that you were going to change the sport.”
She blinked up at me, wide-eyed, lips parted.
I brushed my nose against hers. “You had no idea, did you?”
She shook her head, dazed. “No.”
“Good. I like surprising you.”
Auri rolled her eyes, but before she can retort, she pulled back, slipping from my grasp.
I groaned as she stands. “Where are you going?”
“To finish getting ready.”
I sighed dramatically, sprawling out on the mattress and closing my eyes. I didn’t open them again until I heard the click of her heels against the floor.
And when I did, my breath left my lungs in a single exhale.
My wife stood in the doorway, draped in light blue chiffon, the delicate fabric cascading down her body in soft, weightless folds. The fitted bodice hugged her waist, accentuating the elegant slope of her shoulders, and the sheer, flowing skirt trailed behind her like something out of a dream.
Her golden hair was swept up, soft curls framing her face, and her makeup—subtle, ethereal—made her hazel eyes glow under the soft lighting of the suite.
She looked like a fucking princess.
I sat up slowly, my eyes dragging over her from head to toe, drinking her in. She was the most breathtaking thing I had ever seen.
“Auri.” My voice came out rough, hoarse.
She smiled, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Yeah?”
I swallowed hard, running a hand through my hair before shaking my head. “You—you are absolutely unreal.”
She stepped forward, placing her hands on my chest, looking up at me through thick lashes. “You think so?”
I gripped her waist, fingers sinking into the soft chiffon, as I pulled her between my legs. “You’re ruining me, mo chridhe.”
She giggled. “That’s the goal. Pretty sure that was in my vows”
I grinned, shaking my head, then leaned up, brushing a kiss against her jaw. “Let’s go.”
