Ricochet My Love
But before our lips could meet, an exaggerated sob suddenly echoed throughout the entire cathedral.
Both our heads instantly turned.
Sharon dramatically wiped her tears while tryingand failing to stop herself from crying loudly.
Before she could continue wailing, Mom immediately shoved a handkerchief over Sharon’s mouth.
I nearly burst out laughing.
But Ricochet only chuckled softly before cradling the back of my head and finally kissing me.
And the moment his lips touched mine, everything else disappeared: the cameras, guests, noise, pressure. They were all gone.
The kiss wasn’t hungry, rough, possessive—it was slow, deep, and full of love, so powerful that made my chest ache from it.
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