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Murphy

I had to stop glaring at the man. I knew I had to stop glaring at him, but he had seen my wife naked and I just couldn’t help the red haze that clouded my vision whenever I looked at him.

He was about to become my brother-in-law.

Odette was so excited and happy for Wynn that I was trying my best not to punch him in the face on his wedding day.

I saw the way he always tracked Wynn with his eyes, like he was afraid if he took his eyes off her for one second, she would change her mind and disappear.

I saw how he barely gave my wife a fleeting glance and was nothing but polite to her.

The most they spoke about was work, some new research or something that happened at the hospital.

There were no lingering looks, no pent-up sexual chemistry.

Zilch. And I knew that I should be thankful, that I should get over it.

..but he’s seen her naked, and I could just not let that go.

Or at least I thought I couldn’t, but my wife was currently standing on one end of the aisle with tears streaming down her face as Wynn walked toward where they stood to a beautiful piano version of “You Raise Me Up.” And one glance at Benji showed me the error of my ways.

His entire focus was on his bride-to-be, with so many emotions filtering through his face, but the most prominent one was a look of awe.

Awe over Wynn, awe over the depth of his love for her. I saw the moment he started walking towards her, not caring that he was meeting her halfway down the aisle. The music stopped playing and Wynn looked at him in bewilderment.

“Benji…you’re supposed to meet me down there,” she said out of the corner of her mouth,

“I couldn’t wait.” He held his hand out to her as the music started up again, and they made it the rest of the way down the aisle, together.

Odette wasn’t even trying to hide her tears, and Lux was right beside her, throwing an obscene number of flowers left in her basket from earlier over the couple as they stood facing each other ready to say “I do,” which only caused everyone in attendance to laugh.

Fine, maybe I could get over it...but I would always remember it.

Always.