Page 123 of Unplugged

Cerys’s longer hair is braided away from her face with tiny white flowers in the plaits, her eyes wide and tearful.Oh fuck, don’t cry, Cerys.

When tears spill down her cheeks I do what I always do; I take her face, rub them away with my thumbs, lean in, and kiss the salty warmth from her cheeks.

“You look fucking amazing,” I say.

“Don’t swear,” she whispers, indicating Ella with her head, but smiling at my slip-up.

“But you do; you’re beautiful.”

Then I catch sight of her necklace with the gold heart pendant resting just above my favourite part of Cerys. She squeezes my hand in a small warning and I grin at her. “You’re wearing my heart.”

“Always,” she whispers.

Nobody else exists outside this moment, a snapshot in time that I’ll hold in my heart forever. Cerys touches my freshly shaved cheek, the emotion in her face unmistakable and I can’t breathe.

“I love you, Liam.”

So, I’m supposed to wait until we’re married to kiss the bride? Fuck that.

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