Page 109 of Worship

“I’m gonna kill you two pricks,” he complains, shoving Dom by the shoulder and walking inside.

I follow behind him, making my way to my bride and snaking an arm around her waist.

“Heard you wanted to dance with me.”

I spin her around and plant a kiss on her lips, intertwining our fingers and leading her to the dance floor.

When we get to the middle, the singer walks out onto the stage—the same one who sang the first night I held my Angel in my arms. She begins to croon the song we first danced to and I bring Gretchen’s hand to my lips.

Gretchen’s eyes grow wide, and the look on her face makes me feel like I won the lotto.

“Luca. I love you so much.” She breathes into my chest as I pull her close and bring her hand to my heart, the other on the small of her back. We sway slowly back and forth to the music, soaking up our moment.

“Never as much as I love you, Angel.”