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“I have no idea.” Cody smirks. “But I know my buddy and I know that look.”
“What look?” I crane my neck to see further. “We should get closer. I can’t hear anything.”
“If we get closer, they’ll know we’re spying.”
“Doesn’t that look like shattered glass to you? I think Yaya did something to his car.”
“Come on, princess. Yaya is going to be fine.”
“How do you know that?”
Cody glances at Dare again and smirks. “I know.”
I let him lead me back inside.
When I start to head back to the reception, Cody yanks me the other way.
“Where are we going?”
My husband sends a wicked look over his shoulder. “Now that I’ve got you alone, do you really think I’m going to share you?”
I grin and rush behind him, feeling my adrenaline spike.
We run parallel to a long glass mirror.
I see myself in my wedding dress. Him in his tux.
And then the image changes.
For a moment, I glimpse the couple we were in college.
A much younger Cody. A more naive Clarissa. Running hand in hand through the quad, so sure that love would be enough to conquer all.
I grin at them.
So young.
So innocent.
I love them for their youthful passion, their big, grand emotions that they feel so deeply.
But it’s not their time.
It’s ours now.
I glance up at Cody.
My husband.
The man I married.
And I laugh when he sweeps me into his arms and plants a kiss on my lips.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you.” I run a hand down the side of his face. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
He kicks the door open and hovers his lips over mine. “Yes, ma’am.”
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