Page 653 of Manhattan Bossholes

“I’m not sure he’ll ever play it again,” I mused. “It’s ours in this magical moment, and once it’s over, it might be gone forever. Ephemeral.”

“That might be what he wants, but look over there,” Cameron replied, nodding over my shoulder. “Lucy is up to her old tricks.”

I glanced where he was looking and spotted Lucy filming Tyler wearing an excited expression.

“Oh no,” I sighed. “I guarantee he’s going to get a zillion new followers, and some label is going to come knocking on his door.”

“He’ll figure it out,” Cameron replied. “I’m not worried.”

Tyler and Nina had found balance in one another. They’d navigate whatever came next together.

The party raged on, and the venue nearly had to kick us out at the end. Hours later, after the cake and fireworks and tearful farewells, Cameron and I were finally alone in our honeymoon suite at the Four Seasons, exhausted and blissed-out.

“I love this dress, but I need it off now,” I said, contorting myself to try to reach the buttons. “Can you undo it for me?”

I turned so my back was to Cameron.

“Hold on, not so fast,” he said. “I need to look at my wife once more before you take it off.”

He walked around me slowly, like a tiger on the prowl, letting his eyes trail down my body.

“You are flawless, my love.”

Suddenly, I was no longer tired.

“You have got to be the sexiest bride I’ve ever seen. That dress…”

Cameron had hinted he wasn’t a fan of princess bridal gowns, and anyone who knew me understood I wasn’t going to be that type of bride anyway. The girls had helped me pick a showstopper of a gown—a formfitting, strapless lace dress with subtle beading.

“I knew you’d like it,” I said. “And you. Come on, you’re basically a model.”

He grasped his lapels and struck a pose.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I laughed.

We both moved together at the same moment, finding the familiar spot in one another’s arms.

“Best day ever,” he murmured.

“Agreed,” I snuggled closer to him.

Cameron kissed the top of my head, then sputtered. “I’m sorry, is your hair shellacked?”

I pulled back, laughing and mortified at the same time. “My hairdresser wanted to make sure the updo held since we were outside. I guess she went a little crazy with the hairspray? That’s why I want out of this dress, so I can shower and…you know…” I winked at him.

“Maybe I’ll join you in there?”

“Or,” I said as I stepped away from him. “Or, you can wait out here for your blushing bride to come out in her sexy new boudoir set. I mean, I put some thought into it; I’d love to actually use it. And since I am a virgin…”

I glanced down shyly.

“Ooh,” Cameron played along. “That’s right. It’s going to be our first time.”

“Be gentle with me,” I fluttered my lashes at him like I was a helpless maiden.

He closed the distance between us and cupped my cheek gently. “I will, my precious. When we finally make love, the heavens will sing.”

We dissolved into laughter.