Bruno paused, his fingers stopping mid-pattern. A sly smile curved his lips as he looked at her. He glanced away, trying to hide his flushed face, then back at her.

"You don't want to know," he teased, licking his lips.

"Come on, tell me," Beauty replied, pouting her lips.

"I was planning to tell you this on our wedding day, you know," he said teasingly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Beauty's eyes widened, and she yelled internally:

He's thinking ...