Honeymoon night

Angelina felt Sylvester standing behind her, his heat warming her back, and she moved slightly back. Their bodies molded together, and his arms went around her. She felt his face in her neck as he placed a kiss there.

Dean smiled and shook his head, muttering something under his breath. “I will see you both downstairs for lunch.”

He gave her a final look and smiled, a huge warm smile that lit up his whole face. She smiled back, feeling her heart flutter with absolute happiness.

Dean walked away, and she turned around in Sylvester's arms, facing him.

He chuckled. His lips turned up in a small sexy smirk.

They laughed, and then he kissed her, their laughter falling silent.

“Did we really get married?” Her voice is soft, but he didn't see fear in her eyes.

“We did.” Sylvester bend down and kiss her cheek before his mouth moves over hers. “It feels like a dream, doesn’t it?”

She nods and closes her eyes as her hands go to his chest. “I’m not sure I want to wake up.”

“You don’t have to be