I had my person.
My husband.
The man I was going to love for the rest of my life.
After an adulthood full of loneliness, I’d never take the life I had now for granted.
I’d never stop being grateful that Cole and I had found each other.
Maybe we were an unlikely match on the surface, but deep down inside we were perfect for each other.
“Dinner is over,” Cole said huskily as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “The cake was served. The music is playing. How long do you think we have before we can kick everyone out of here?”
I let out an astonished laugh as I wrapped my arms around his neck and met his gaze.
My heart skittered as I saw the sinful look in his eyes.
He was grinning, but I could tell exactly what he was thinking by the playful expression on his face.
God, how I loved this man and the way he always made me feel loved, adored, and completely desirable.
“We can’t just kick people out of our wedding reception,” I said in a pseudo-scandalized tone.
“The hell I can’t,” he growled teasingly. “When it’s time to go, it’s time to go. I’d like some time alone with my new bride.”
I smiled back at him. I was tempted to remind him that we were going to have an extended honeymoon where there would only be the two of us.
But I didn’t.
I was looking forward to our alone time later, too.
“Later,” I said softly. “I think people are waiting for us to dance first, and I’d really like to dance with my new husband.”
“Kiss me first,” he insisted.
I happily granted his request, savoring that sweet embrace for a moment.
I wanted to wallow in my happiness.
No doubt Cole and I would have challenges and difficult times in our future, but we’d always have each other.
But right now…
Right here…
At this exact moment…
Newly married to the most amazing man in the world…
Our love and this life we were going to share together was absolutely perfect.
~The End~
