My wife. I want to jump up and fist bump her, but instead, I claim her mouth. She isn’t going to forget this time. My hands slip from her face and wrap around her waist, my tongue slipping in and then out. I can kiss her all day long, every day, and now I can do it for the rest of our lives. I just need to make her fall in love with me.

The sound of cheering makes her laugh, and she puts her face in my neck to hide. “Now that’s how you kiss a woman.” I hear Olivia and look over to see Casey glare at her. She smiles at him, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Wife,” I say softly. “It’s time to walk down the aisle.”

Savannah looks at me, and I have to say she has never looked more beautiful in her whole life. “Oh my God,” she says while Ethan hands her the flowers he had to hold.

“Come here,” I say, and he walks over to me. I hold his hand with mine and then hold Savannah’s, and I wait for the preacher to finish.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Beau Huntington and Ethan.” I raise both my hands as everyone cheers, and the three of us walk down the aisle.

I stop once we get to the step. Ethan drops my hand and hops over to Kallie. I put my hand around Savannah’s waist and bring her to me. “Married,” I say softly and press my lips to hers. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t stop it.

“Gross. Now all they are going to do is kiss like you guys.” I hear Ethan say, and then it is followed with laughter.

“I think we are grossing him out,” Savannah says once I let go of her lips, her hand coming up and holding my cheek.

“He should get used to it,” I say, her eyes going a softer blue. “Besides, the last time we kissed, I obviously didn’t make that much of an impression if you didn’t remember it.” I see her eyes moving side to side as she looks at me.

“I remembered,” she says almost in a whisper. “I just didn’t know if you did.”

“The thing is, Savannah,” I say, pushing her hair back, seeing her neck and suddenly wanting to lean forward and just kiss her softly. “With you, I remember everything.”

She’s about to say something else when people now come up to us to congratulate us. “Congratulations.” Jacob is the first to me, hugging me. “No running away from you now,” he whispers in my ear.

“Nope,” I say, feeling a little bit of a sting knowing that had she not been backed against the wall, she probably would have never married me.

“Let me see,” Kallie says from beside us. “Let’s see the ring.”