Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
But what has my attention is the way this man looks at me. When Micah asked me to marry him, he confessed that he’s fallen in love with me. I wanted to tell him it’s too soon, that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but as I watch him watching me, the look in his eyes can’t be misconstrued as anything other than love.
Our vows are standard repeat after me, and once we both say them, the officiant pronounces us husband and wife. Then Micah kisses me. And it’s in that moment—when his soft yet strong lips meld with mine—that I realize how much I’ve missed him this past week. I was starting to get used to his touches and kisses, but he stopped it all to give me the space I needed in order to come to terms with what was about to happen. Yet before this marriage idea was thrust upon us, we were slowly getting to know each other, and I was beginning to fall. I don’t know where our future lies as husband and wife, but what I do know is that I want to continue moving forward with Micah to see where things go from here.
After the service has concluded, we move to a private room where champagne and dinner is served. I’ve just finished eating when Micah stands and extends his hand. “May I have this dance, wife?”
It’s only then that I realize a song has started to play and Micah is waiting for my response. I take his proffered hand, silently accepting his request for our first dance as a married couple. This wonderful man has thought of everything, determined to give me the most memorable wedding possible, despite the circumstances.
With my hand in his, he guides me to an open area and encircles his arms around my waist. As we dance, with my arms around his neck, I take in the lyrics and wonder if Micah picked out this song himself or if he had someone else choose it for him.
But then his lips brush against my ear and he whispers the words, clearly knowing the song, and warmth spreads through my body. As he continues to relay the words about climbing mountains and swimming oceans just to be with me, I lay my head against his chest wondering what I’ve done to deserve a man like Micah Alexander.
“When I heard this song, I knew it was the one,” he says, answering my earlier question. “You’re my reason, Sienna.” He taps my chin and raises it to look at him. “I’ve spent years focusing on work, helping to take Alexander Enterprises to the next level. I thought my life was complete until you and your sister appeared, and I realized just how lonely I really was. How regimented my life had become. I love you and marrying you today will always be one of the best decisions of my life.”
Without waiting for me to say anything back, he kisses me with such passion it feels as though I’m syphoning every ounce of love from his body into mine. The kiss ends too soon, and when we separate, he must see the want in my eyes because he chuckles. “It’s good to know you want me almost as much as I want you.”
Once the song is over, Micah shocks me by suddenly announcing that it’s time for us to go. When I glance at Ellie, Donna smiles knowingly. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. I’m staying with her tonight.” She winks playfully. “Enjoy your wedding night.”
Oh, shit. My wedding night.
I’ve been so preoccupied with the actual wedding and the reality of getting married, I didn’t even consider there would be a wedding night.
We thank everyone for being here, and I tell Ellie to behave. Then Micah guides us up to a room that isn’t his penthouse. The suite is similar to the room Ellie and I had stayed in, but it’s even more luxurious.
Micah takes the champagne that’s being chilled in a bucket and pops it open, pouring us each a glass and then handing me a flute. “To finding love,” he says. I nod in understanding, knowing that he’s referring to himself and hoping one day I’ll find it too.
After taking a few sips, he sets his glass down and I do the same, my nerves suddenly electric. I’m assuming this is the part where we consummate our marriage, where I finally have sex for the first time.
My mind races to think about the specifics: What am I wearing under this dress? Did I shave everywhere? Shit! I’m not on birth control. Did he bring condoms with him?
A million questions and thoughts are flying through my head when Micah takes the side of my face in his strong hand. “Breathe, Sienna. I’m not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”