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I WATCH AS Y/N CLIMBS the steps of my private jet, refusing my offer to help with her luggage.
Even though it's Sunday, she's dressed in business attire—flare-legged black slacks, an ivory tank top, and open-toed black stiletto heels. Because of the sweltering heat, she ditched her suit jacket in the car. Her hair, coiled into a low bun and secured with a multitude of bobby pins, tempts my imagination. I can't resist picturing those silky H/c locks cascading down her back if I were to free them. I imagine sinking my fingers into her hair as I tenderly kiss her lips, and my mind runs wild, taking me back to our kiss at the wedding chapel in Vegas.
"Do you, Y/n Geto, take Satoru Gojo to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"
"I do." Y/n giggles as she gazes at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes.
"And do you, Satoru Gojo, take Y/n Geto to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"
"Hell yes, I do." I caress Y/n's cheek with my thumb. "I promise, N/n, I'll make you laugh every day and spoil you endlessly."
"By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant glances at me. "You may kiss the bride."
Fueled by the alcohol buzzing through my veins and not giving a damn that we have an audience, I trace Y/n's jawline with my thumb. She melts into my touch, and I take the opportunity to claim her as mine. I wrap my hand around her waist and dip her backward. She winds her arms around my neck to keep her balance.
My tongue dances along the seam of her lips in teasing strokes, and I groan with satisfaction when she opens her mouth to welcome me inside. Her invitation sends a coursing need flowing through my veins.
I've never felt this way from a kiss before—all-consuming, ravenous, passionate. It feels right having her secured in my arms as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. I'm never letting her go.
"Satoru, are you coming?" I'm brought back to the present by Y/n waving her hand in front of me. "Are you okay? You spaced out for a minute there." A concerned expression crosses her face.
My gaze narrows in on her lips, the memory from our night in Vegas lingering in the back of my mind. "I'm great," I say as I lock eyes with her, determined to win her over.
Her eyebrows knit together, forming a slight furrow. "If you say so," she replies with a hint of doubt.
The last thing she wants to hear is that I was daydreaming about the kiss at our wedding ceremony. Or that I've been fantasizing about the one we shared at my parents' house. Given that she's as cuddly as a porcupine, the odds of me getting a third kiss are slim to none.
