Princess in Lingerie (Lingerie 12)

That’s when I saw the distant tears in his eyes, the emotion that reflected my own.

We were standing under the olive tree, the place where my parents wed after the horrible scars they suffered. The blood war seemed like an ancient myth, the hate diminished because of the love that washed it all away.

The moment in time would only last an instant, but that spot would always be marked by our love. Centuries would pass, but there would always be an energy here, a sign of the powerful love that ended a war.

Bones scooped me up into his arms, one arm behind my knee while the other was behind my shoulders. He supported me with ease then carried me down the aisle where our friends and family clapped and cheered. His eyes were only on me, as if no one else was there. “You’re one hell of a woman, baby. Thank you for being my woman.”

My arms circled his neck, and I kissed him as he carried me across the grass. “Thank you for being one hell of a man.”