*Saoirse*

Rhys held me in a way that implied he never wanted to let me go. He continued to stroke the skin of my cheeks with his long fingers. It was almost as if he was assuring himself that I was alive and well. My eyes had fallen shut again. I was completely addicted to the feeling of his sure hands against me.

A swell of muffled laughter had both our heads whipping to the side. The reception was becoming more rowdy. While no one was looking in the direction of the ...