He slipped the ring on my finger, stood, and before I realized it, stepped into my personal space and put his mouth on mine.
I stopped breathing.
His arms wrapped around me. Emmett was kissing me.
Around us, applause and cheering exploded. Emmett was kissing me. A champagne bottle popped behind the bar. Emmett was kissing me.
His mouth was warm, soft, and I felt the lightest scrape of stubble on my skin, which sent a little shiver all the way down my spine. I could smell his masculine scent, and my hands instinctively came to his chest. I shivered again when his fingers tangled into my hair.
Before my brain could make sense of what was happening, he pulled back and smiled down at me. “Nice work,” he murmured into my hair.
We were immediately surrounded by happy friends and family, wi
