“No, you didn’t.” She glared at me, and even though she was wearing huge Chanel shades, I could feel the maliciousness in her blue eyes. “After you kissed me when we were fourteen, you said I wasn’t bad compared to the others.”
I smiled. “You remember that.”
“Of course I do, you wanker. It was my first kiss.”
“It was my first kiss, too.”
“But you said —”
“I only said that because you had your first waltz with Aiden.” My blood still boiled thinking about that. The fucker will pay for it for the rest of his life.
Silver’s lips broke into a smile before she cleared her throat. “You...you’re unbelievable.”
“Is that supposed to be news, Butterfly?”
She removed her shades, revealing those deep blue eyes, then she abandoned her chair and straddled my lap, just like that day at the park. The view from beneath was the same — ethereal and breathtaking.
She slid my aviators away because, as she’s always told me, she likes seeing my eyes — or rather, seeing herself in my eyes.
“So I was your first kiss,” she murmured.
“You were.”
She lifted her chin. “And last.”
“And last.” Then I devoured her until Cynthia joined us and cockblocked me.
She does that occasionally, cockblocks me just to see my reaction, and I do it to her every chance I get whenever she wants alone time with Sebastian.
What? I do hold grudges sometimes.
That’s also why Aiden is my best man today. It’s not because of his skills — which are terrible, by the way — but because I want him to see that Silver is mine. He might have been her fake fiancé at one time, and I can’t erase that; however, I can make him watch me get married to her.
Not that he cares since he has Elsa, but this is a point I need to cement. During those years I thought she was his, I suffered in silence, and I don’t want to ever have those feelings again. The feelings of being pushed into a corner until I couldn’t sleep at night.
My thoughts come to a halt when Silver appears down the aisle, her gloved hand tucked into Sebastian’s arm.
I admire how her wedding dress moulds to her curves as the sand shifts underneath her feet, leaving trails in their wake. My gaze ascends from the bottom to the top until I’m captured by bright eyes. She smiles at me in that shy yet determined way, like she used to do when we were young.
Our wedding is set on a small beach in the same French town where I first kissed her, held her hand, and walked with my palm on her back in front of people.
The first time where we were free, even though we’d suffered the loss of our unborn baby. The first time Silver kissed me without holding back. It was also when we got our tattoos together.
Now, we’re commemorating those moments to memory once again. Only, now, it’s in front of the world. We’ve been public for some time, but the marriage seals the deal once and for all.
It’s been ten years. Ten fucking years since she became mine, and twenty years since I saw her at that park and decided she’d be my chaos.
But that’s the thing about Silver, not only is she my chaos, but she’s also my peace. The home I go back to every day.
We had to keep our relationship a secret for a long time, and while I enjoyed stealing her from the middle of people, tying her up or fucking her in dark corners, I need the world to know the truth I’ve known since I was bloody eight years old.
Silver belongs to me as much as I belong to her.
The fact that I can finally shout it to the world fills me with a strange feeling I’ve never experienced before.
Giddiness? Nervousness?
Or maybe it’s...happiness.