Kurtis POV
The reception had ended hours ago, but the memory of Lyra in her wedding dress still knocked the breath out of me. She was mine now, officially mine. As we walked into the house, our house, hand in hand, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Every step she took, every glance she gave me, every soft laugh that escaped her lips felt like a gift.
I shut the door behind us, and the click of the lock echoed in the quiet. For the first time all day, it was just the two of us. There are no guests, no cameras, and no schedule to follow. Just Lyra and me.
She turned to me, her eyes sparkling even in the dim light. “Well, Mr. Jameson, we’re officially home.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and grinned. “We’re officially home,” I repeated, the words tasting sweeter than an
