“You looked more beautiful than the bride.” “And how would you know that?” There is no answer, just the steady sound of his breaths. I crack one eye open and find him watching me. His head is bent, our faces are barely inches away. “You were there, weren’t you?” “Yes.” He holds my gaze, unblinking. Waiting for my reaction. “Why?” “Too many people. Too many potential threats. I needed to know you were safe.” “I don’t need a guardian angel,” I whisper and lift my hand to trace the line of his chin with the backs of my fingers. His breath brushes my hand as he leans into my touch ever so
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