Amara POV
Goddess, he’s so close.. so close that the room around us disappears into oblivion. All I see is him, and all I feel is him. His hand wrapped tightly against mine, his other hand cupping my cheek.
And then he kisses me.
His lips are softer than anything l've ever known, soft like the sheets of our bed, soft like the silk wrapped around our hands.
He tastes so sweet, as sweet as his scent is. My mind went blank as our lips danced around the others.
And then he pulled away, his face completely void of all emotions.
The room around us clapped and cheered happily, causing me to look in their direction. There are more people here than I originally thought. A few hundred at the least. My eyes skimmed over the people until they landed on my family.
My Father and my brothers.
