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A burst of flavor consumed me as I reveled in our wedding cake that Damien had just fed me, his other hand never relenting on my own. The Strawberry shortcake was perfect, nostalgia consuming me as I enjoyed my favorite flavor.
Damien's gaze never left my own as he watched me closely, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips that brought forth a flush to my features. Choosing to focus on the task at hand and not in the way my heart hadn't settled since our dance moments ago, I forked a piece from the prepared plate, turning to him as the cameras flashed to capture the moment and our guests gushed over the moment.
Steeling my spine, I found the courage to meet his gaze as I fed him the cake, watching as his blue gaze darkened, his entire energy consuming me with equal parts desire and
