Daehyun slid his hand beneath my veil; my mind went quiet. His hands brushed up the length of my arms, up the column of my throat, past the loosely tied veil ribbon, until he was cupping my face. He leaned in. His lashes dropped, his stare on my mouth, sending a jolt of tingles that curled my toes. For what seemed like a lifetime, we remained still, us two, inhaling and exhaling inches from each other.
