We’ve been official for four months, and he’s become such a major part of my life that I don’t know who I am without Archer. He’s changed me for the better, which is something I never thought I’d say about a man. Not only has he saved my life more than once but I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him too. This man is my other half, my best friend, the only person who really knows who I truly am, and I’m never giving him up.

“You are stunning, sweetheart.” Archer’s eyes gaze over my dress once I’m all ready to go.

“You look quite handsome yourself,” I say, adjusting his tie. “I can’t wait to use this later.”

He gives me a wink, and I know if we don’t leave, we’re going to end up back in bed.

We grab everything we need, then go to the car and head toward the church.

“The last time I wore something like this, I was a teenager.”

“We gotta change that. Plan some fancy date nights. You dress like that, then we’ll end the night with you licking expensive champagne off my body.”

“Damn woman,” he mutters, adjusting himself as he focuses on the road. “I love that thought.”

“Let’s do that sooner than later.”

He sets his palm on my thigh, pushing up my dress. Carefully, he peels my panties to the side and runs his fingertips across my clit before dipping two digits inside. With a popped eyebrow, he looks at me. “My wet girl. Stay still.”

My head rolls back on my shoulders as I hold his wrist in place. “I love when you touch me,” I moan out, arching up toward him. “You know exactly what I need.”

“Fuck, baby. Don’t make me pull over.”

Pulling away, he places his fingers in his mouth and sucks off my juices.

“I wish you would,” I whimper, squeezing my legs together.

“Katie would kill me and then you,” he contends.

“You’re right, she would. I don’t want to make her nervous about me showing up late on her wedding day. But thinking about you inside me will be playing in my mind on repeat all evening now.”

Archer smirks. “Good. Means I got you right where I want you.”

I laugh and glance out the window, noticing the cute shops downtown. Magnolia Springs is one of those absolutely adorable tourist traps, and I understand why Katie loves it so much.

He turns onto the road that leads to the church parking lot. When we get out of the car, a warm breeze brushes against my skin. The weather couldn’t have been better, especially considering June is usually so hot.