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“How is it we’re in a bathroom again?” I mutter into her neck, inhaling the warm summery scent of her. Our position is reminiscent of days we snuck into the bathroom at her house, hiding out from the kids. After last night, there will be no more hiding.

In her long dress, exposing her back to me, she’s been a tease all evening. Archer and Jenna are officially married, and the reception is in full swing downstairs in the newly renovated dining hall of Bluebird Hollow Inn.

“Because you can’t keep your hands off me?” Anna teases, meeting my eyes in the small, rectangular mirror over the tiniest bathroom sink I’ve ever seen. In fact, this space is hardly large enough for one, let alone two people. No wonder it had water closet labeled on the door.

“If I remember, you’re the one who led me up here.”

Her eyes twinkle back at me. We’re as close as too people can be.

I’m balls deep inside her. Her dress is hiked over her shoulder and my pants are just above my knees. And there is nowhere else I want to be than right here, buried inside her, with her looking at me like she is.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper.

“You’re kind of pretty yourself.” She winks.

“I love you,” I say to her reflection, loving the playful side of her.

“I love you.” Her face turns the sweetest of pink colors and I return to nipping at her neck. She rocks back and the movement shifts me. This angle allows me to feel her in such a different way.

I can’t wait to continue to discover all the angles and positions and places with her.

+ + +

Later at night, Anna is on her stomach as I collapse beside her on the bed. On my back, I stare up at the ceiling.

I can’t seem to get enough of her.

I’ll definitely never have my fill of her telling me she loves me. Or being beside her in bed.

“I’m so tired,” she moans, closing her eyes.

“You did so much for them.” I turn my head in her direction. Anna really took over as wedding planner for Archer. As she’s good at organization and can be a little bossy at times, going into teacher mode, she was a natural at pulling together a wedding in a few months. “Jenna and Archer looked so happy.”

Watching Archer exchange vows with Jenna really hit me hard. I’ve wanted what I saw for so long and didn’t think I’d ever come close to having it.

“What’s that look for?” Anna quietly asks beside me.

My brows pinch even tighter. “What look?”

“What are you thinking over there?” She rolls to her side and tugs the sheet up over her breasts.

“Just thinking about weddings, I guess.” I gaze back at the ceiling.

“I’m not sure if this is the right time to say this . . .”

My head rolls on the pillow again. She’s chewing her lip like she’s anxious and I open my mouth to speak but she covers my lips with her fingers.

“The answer is yes. If you ever have a question you’d like to ask me. The answer would be yes.”

“A question?” I ask, but my heart hammers, blood rushing. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? This is more than I ever dreamed happening. Well, I dreamt it. I fantasized it. But the reality of Anna really saying yes to me, that was a thought I couldn’t allow myself to consider.

Still, I’m not prepared to ask. Not like this. Not naked and in bed.

This is Anna. She needs special. I need special.

“Would that question be, what kind of pizza you’d like for dinner?” I tease, watching as her eyes light up with laughter.

“That isn’t a yes or no question,” she playfully frowns.