Sawyer
It’s done.
Mom was stunning in her cream gown, her joy written all over her face. Anthony was just as striking in his tux, and even Dad, who in a newfound show of family loyalty gave Mom away, looked handsome as he handed her off to a beaming Anthony. But it was Wes my gaze was drawn to all night.
He’s already big enough to pass for a man, but in a tux he looks the part. The lines of the suit emphasize the planes of his strong jaw, the breadth of his shoulders. Combined with the crisp scent of the evergreen body wash... My stomach was doing somersaults to the point that I had to lean on him when I walked. Fortunately, that was attributed to my footwear instead of my hormones.
The reception, like the ceremony, was limited to close friends and family, so some of the more rowdy tra
