I tried to stand still, fought the urge to fidget and pace, as I waited for my girl to come through those doors. I hoped she’d like the decorations, hoped she wasn’t doubting if she was making the right choice.

The doors opened in almost slow motion, revealing her, and all my doubts scattered like whispers in the wind. She took my breath away. My body responds immediately, my body hardening as a fierce need to claim her spread in my chest.

“Goddess,” I groan, my voice low but not quiet. ...