Page 138 of Ace of Spades

"Despite what you might think,” she continues. “You’re not perfect, Levi.”

That earns her some agreement from the guys behind me. I give them a side-eye glance and they all shut up.

“But you’re perfect for me," she says, in almost a whisper.

My eyes stay on those perfect lips of hers, wanting her to say those words again and again on repeat. And when I look around, I see the sea of cell phones capturing the moment and realize that I can.

I clear my throat because it’s goddamn mess by the time it’s my turn.

"Sienna, I didn’t know what living was," I tell her, voice a little more raw than I expected it to be while doing this.

"Not until you. You were the first breath I took after drowning for so long. You’re the risk I’ll take a thousand times over. You’re the life I didn’t think I could ever deserve. And I swear to you, Angel. Every day we get, I’ll spend loving you better than the day before."

Gramps sniffs hard and mutters something about allergies.

"Alright, alright," he says gruffly. "By the power vested in me by some online certification that may or may not be real... I now pronounce you husband and wife. Steele, will you kiss your girl so we can watch King squirm?"

I don’t hesitate. I kind of want to make King squirm.

I pull her into me, crushing my mouth against hers, feeling the whole garden erupt in cheers and whistles all around us.

When I finally break away, Sienna’s laughing and crying all at once.

"You’re stuck with me now, Angel," I murmur against her lips.

"Good," she breathes back. "Because I’m not letting you go."

The rest of the night blurs into hugs, dances, stolen kisses under the trees glowing with hanging lights.

I watch as our friends and family dance. Kids chase each other through the flowers. And I hold my wife close, swaying to the slower music that’s now on.

She looks up at me, through hooded eyes.

“What?” I say, wondering what sexy thing she’s about to tell me.

“You lost,” she says.

I pull back just slightly. And when she just purses her lips when I give her my look of utter confusion, I say, “No, way. You cried first.”

“Mmm mm,” she hums out.

“You did, I was standing right in front of you.

“Levi Steele, everyone saw you. Everyone.”

I scoff. I can’t believe these traitors.

“I almost…almostshed a tear.”

“So all this talk about,‘Levi was a mess. His eyes were watering the whole time.’None of that is true?”

“Eyeswatering,” I clarify for her. “That’s not the same thing as crying.”

“You two fighting already?” Brody says, handing us each a glass of water. “Ink hasn’t even dried yet on the marriage certificate.”

Milo comes trudging over to us. I pat his loyal little head.

“You know what,” Sienna says, sounding resolute. “Let’s let Brody decide.”

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