Shay:
The moment his lips met mine, sealing our vows with a kiss that felt like coming home, everything else melted away. The cheers, the applause, the soft coos from Phoenix—they all faded into the background. All I could feel was Saint. His arms, strong and sure, holding me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this earth. And maybe I was. God knows he’s been that for me more times than I can count.
When we finally pulled apart, forehead to forehead, I couldn’t stop the tears that slipped down my cheeks—not from sadness, not even from relief, but from this overwhelming fullness in my chest. I never thought I’d get this. A second chance. A first dance. A forever.
"Mrs. Wilde," he whispered, brushing his thumb over my cheekbone like I might vanish if he blinked. I smiled through my
