Page 237 of The Perfect Wrong

I do a double take every time I watch them dancing and laughing together. They look so natural. It’s a big change for her, and she clearly enjoys it.

I’m glad I’m not the only one here who feels more grown-up.

Life has been shifting for months, ever since my internship ended and I took an entry writing job for a local art journal.

I’m more thankful than ever for this incredible warrior man who’s along for the ride, our lives fully merging into one lane.

And we dance with a lightness and spring in our step that feels like we’re gliding.

Chris swings me out and pulls me closer each time.

His breath matches mine, all slow rolling thunder.

There’s something beautifully conflicted in his touch tonight, equal parts tender and possessive. His smile sings a whole freaking opera, and I’m sure mine does, too.

This is us painted in white and gold and forevers.

Honest as day.

Nothing left to hide.

No more taboos or rusty chains from our pasts tying us down.

We’ve faced down hell itself to be here, wedding bands on our fingers, so madly in love with every glance it hurts in the best freaking way.

Oh, there’ll always be hills and valleys in the years ahead, just like any couple joining lives.

But he’s my flint.

I’m his spark.

Together, we’ll kindle something so bright and beautiful it makes my eyes sting through the happiness, the desire, the need and the nostalgia rubbing my veins raw.

“Oh, so now you’re getting sentimental? I wondered how long it’d take.” He brushes away the tears streaming down my cheeks and kisses me until I smile. “People are drunk, babe. Looks like they’re tapering off and struggling back to their rooms. You ready to make a baby, or what?”

“Yes!” I whisper back.

He rolls his hips against mine in a long, arching, suggestive stroke.

Layers of fabric drag deliciously against my clit.

I shudder in his arms, feeling like a fuse that’s finally being lit.

God, yes.

He grabs the back of my neck and holds me, domineering as ever, gazing into my eyes.

It’s so hard not to lose ourselves in each other.

But right now, I need to be lost in his flesh.

So I lean in for a kiss, probing his tongue with teasing flicks that leave no doubt what I want, what I’m begging for.

“Move your cute ass,” he whispers, cradling my face with eyes on fire. “I’m not sleeping tonight till I find out how my new wife takes me in every position.”

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“No way. You didn’t!”I have to remember to breathe.

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