EdwinaBy the time we reached our suite, the weight of the day had settled into something quieter, more intimate. Max shut the door behind us, and for a moment neither of us said anything — just stood there, still in our wedding clothes, looking at each other like we were both still catching up to the fact that this was real."Mrs. Sebastiani-Jonas," he said finally, testing the name like it was something precious."I like the sound of that." I stepped closer, fingers finding the lapel of his jacket. "Almost as much as I like the man attached to it."He laughed, low and warm, and pulled me into him, resting his forehead against mine. "Three years," he murmured. "Three years I imagined this moment, and it still doesn't compare."Neither does anything I imagined, I thought, closing my eyes. This is so much more.His hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone with a tenderness that made my chest ache. "I love you, Edwina. Today, tomorrow, every day after.""I love you too,"
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