In my head, you’re it for me, Liv. But I know you’re a good year behind me. We’ve got time.” His thumb brushes my cheek like he’s committing it to memory, too. “So a wedding. A big one?” I take a moment to catch my breath before answering, before I shake my head. “No. Last time . . . God, it was the worst. So much planning, and I do that shit for a living. Too many people. If I ever . . . If I ever try it again, I want it small. Friends and family and no one else,” I say with a smile. “Small is good.” His smile reflects my own.
