Drew took my ring from his suit pocket, slid it onto my finger slowly, his thumb brushing over it afterward like he wanted to make sure the moment stayed real.
Vampire Elvis lifted both hands.
“By the questionable but legally valid power vested in me by the great state of Nevada, the King, and this haunted establishment, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Drew did not need to be told twice.
He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me like the whole room disappeared.
Which it did.
For me, anyway.
The cheers came from far away. Jace whooping. Lana crying. Someone yelling, “Drew and Texas forever!” Vampire Elvis singing something off-key behind us.
Drew kissed me until I forgot the chapel, the cameras, the parents, the internet, the fake beginning, the midnight deadline, every single rule we had broken to get here.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.
“Hi, wife.”
My heart opened all the way.
“Hi, husband.”
His grin turned filthy. “We should leave immediately.”
I laughed. “Reception first.”
“We have a reception?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
I lifted my bouquet. “Taco place next door.”
Drew stared at me.
Then he pressed a hand to his heart.
“I have never loved you more.”
The post went up thirty-two minutes later.
From Jace.
Of course.
A carousel of photos:
Drew and me under the vampire arch.
Drew wiping my tears.
Me laughing during the vows.
The ring moving from his right hand to his left.
