The officiant spoke words we barely heard, lost in our whispered exchange, undoing the past.

“I want you to know I regret every word I said at that wedding. Especially saying there’d be no honeymoon.”

“There will be?” I asked.

“Surprise!” He grinned and winked, making my heart race.

“Seriously?”

“You never made me nauseous or repulsed. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to touch you and make you mine. Every time I had to pull away, believe me, it hurt me more ...