It's ten pm and their wedding party has dwindled down to their inner circle. Beer has replaced champagne, shoes have been toed off, ties loosened and jackets removed. For laughs, Jerald starts singing IYM.
RJ gamely takes his wife's hand and leads her to the dance floor. She whines about her aching feet and places them on top of his. He doesn't complain. Any excuse to hold her closer.
"Happy ka?" Maine whispers against his shoulder.
"Sobra." He pulls back to look at her. "You're my life's best part, Maine Faulkerson."
Her gaze clings to his. "And you're mine."
