Submit To Me
And I know that his want for me is real.
"The servants of God, Sasha and Katerina, are crowned in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." The priest begins to add, "You may kiss the bride."
Sasha is already moving at the first syllable. His arms wind around my waist, dipping me while his mouth seeks mine out.
It's a longer kiss than is appropriate for a wedding. But I don't care. I lose myself in it, in him, and believe—even if it's for a second—that all of this is real and let him chase the last shred of doubt from my mind.
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