FIORELLA’S POV
There was no way I was kissing Rhys.
No chance in hell.
I’d rather go through another public embarrassment and fall down the flight of stairs before I’d ever think about kissing him.
Rhys looked like he had other plans.
He reached up and lifted the veil.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I watched him step beneath the veil with me before letting it fall around us both.
The air caught in my lungs.
He was so close that every breath he took brushed against my skin.
With his face this close, I noticed a muted steel-blue ring buried beneath the black of his irises, his gaze never leaving mine.
It felt like the whole church disappeared around us.
Slowly, he leaned in until his forehead and the tip of his nose grazed mine.
Then another inch.
And another.
My pul
