Henry’s POVSamantha and I were lying face to face, just looking at each other and smiling. I didn't need anything else in life; simply being with her was enough. After a chaotic afternoon and night, we resolved our problems, reconnected, made love slowly and passionately, and declared ourselves to each other, leaving no room for uncertainty."As much as I hate to say it, we need to get out of bed. We need to get ready for the wedding," I said, remembering that she would need time for makeup, hair, and all those things that made women take forever to get ready, always running late."No, we don't," she said calmly and serenely. My heart raced."No, no, no, Samantha. You didn't cancel this wedding." I put my hands on my face in frustration. "I'll drag you to the first church I find and have a priest make you my wife." I sat up in bed, preparing for a battle I wasn't going to lose, but she was laughing."My handsome, I didn't cancel it, just postponed it until tomorrow, and Hebe is sortin
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