Nobody had ever made me feel so protected.
I didn’t know I was sitting beside the man who had already begun planning how to take that protection away.
That night, after the reception, Grayson went downstairs to say goodbye to his remaining relatives. I was exhausted, but I had one childish idea left in me.
I wanted to surprise him.
I kicked off my shoes, lifted the hem of my satin wedding dress, and squeezed beneath the enormous bed in our bridal suite. My veil snagged on the wooden frame, but I managed to pull most of it free.
I could barely contain my laughter.
When he came in, I planned to grab his ankle and shout, “Surprise!”
It was ridiculous. I knew that.
But after months of wedding planning, family obligations, and carefully scheduled dinners, I wanted one private moment in which we could simply be two people who loved each other.
