I'm especially looking forward to our wedding night. Not because we'll do anything new in bed—it would be hard to find a box we haven't checked yet, at least not without getting into some seriously crazy shit—but because we ourselves will be new people. We'll be making love as husband and wife for the first time. A virginity we'll lose together.
As the music fades to a close, Gracie steps up onto the altar, across the pulpit from me. I lean over to pull her near before the music dies entirely and the minister starts talking. “You still sure about this?” I whisper into her ear. “No backing out now.”
She blinks, half-smiling, as if she's not sure whether I'm joking or she just misheard me. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“Good. Because you're about to become mine forever.”
Her half-smile spreads into that beaming grin I love to see, dimples and all. “There's nothing I want more,” she murmurs.
My heart skips a beat. The minister clears his throat and I step back into place, my gaze still locked with Gracie's, ready to begin our new life.