Oh fuck… he's really a good kisser. Damn it… why does he have to be this good? His mind buzzed as the kiss deepened, drawing him in so fully that he forgot his earlier panic. His hands lifted on their own, clutching Louise's sleeves as he got more and more swept into the kiss until...
In a room, painted entirely white, brightened by tall cathedral-style windows that allowed soft daylight to pour in, golden furniture shone brightly beneath the chandeliers, and fresh flowers....white lilies, pale roses, and soft baby's breath lined every edge of the hall. Everything had been arranged meticulously in preparation for Louise and Orion's wedding.
Hundreds of guests sat in the rows of chairs, all dressed in expensive, tailored attire. Their jewelry sparkled beneath the lights as they whispered among themselves, though every pair of eyes remained fixed on Louise, who stood at the altar in his well-tailored creamy suit. The priest stood beside him, waiting with a small, patient smile.
