Ryan smirks. You were mine, he mouths, and a sob breaks free from Sofia.
Thank God for waterproof mascara.
I dab at my eyes as my gaze falls on Chandler. God, he is beautiful. In a fitted black tux, he’s wearing a red tie and vest that match my dress. His hair is brushed to the side, and thankfully, Ryan had a barber come in today to trim Chandler’s beard. His mom has complained every minute for the last two days. She really doesn’t like it, but I adore it. He looks so sexy. So perfect.
And he’s all mine.
“You were all my firsts, and I want you to be all my lasts. I love you, Ryan James, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Ryan squeezes her hands as a stray tear runs down his sweet face. His suit matches Chandler’s, but unlike my boyfriend, Ryan’s vest and tie are white. His hair is brushed back, and his face is clean-shaven. He looks so handsome, and together he and Sofia are awe-inspiring. There isn’t a dry eye in the house. Everyone is just as in love with them as they are with each other.
“I wanted the perfect girl. You vaulted into my life, and I couldn’t get you out of my mind if I tried. You didn’t want to love me at first, but you fell just as hard as I did.” His voice breaks and he looks down, shaking his head. When he looks up again, the tears are falling in rivers, so of course, I’m basically a ball of tears. “My dad would have loved you. He would have known you were the perfect girl just for me. I knew it with one look. My sister loves you, and my mom adores you. Anyone who meets you is drawn to you because you are absolutely incredible. You are my game changer, my perfect ten, and you complete me. I love you, Sofia, and I promise to make you the happiest woman on earth until my last breath.”
“You have to let me die first,” she says then, and he laughs.
“What?”
“I don’t want to live without you. I’m selfish.”
Ryan’s eyes gloss over before he pulls her in close. “You are, yet I still love you.”
When he drops his mouth to hers, everyone gushes, but then the preacher throws up his hands. “Guys, I haven’t gotten there yet.”
They pull apart, both red-faced and full of tears as everyone laughs loudly. My gaze meets Chandler’s, and his lips curve up at the side. As the preacher does his thing, my heart tries to explode in my chest as I hold Chandler’s gaze. All I can hear in my head is Chandler telling me he would knock Ryan and Sofia off the altar and marry me. His eyes are so dark with that shine of gold as they look into mine. I don’t dare look away, not even when Sofia and Ryan share their first kiss as husband and wife.
Chandler wants me. He loves me, and I absolutely feel the same for him.
Sofia turns to me, tears streaming down her face, and I hand her bouquet to her. She takes it, the biggest grin on her face, before she clasps Ryan’s hand, and they head down the aisle. Chandler holds out his hand to me, and I step toward him, taking it. He folds it into his arm and covers it with his other hand before we walk together down the aisle, both of us sporting wide grins.
“Is it bad,” he says in my ear, “that through that whole thing, I was wanting to suck your tits?”
I’m not shocked. I saw his eyes on them the entire ceremony. “In my defense, it’s cold in here.”
“They’re so hard.”
I giggle as I look up at him. “Maybe it’s ’cause I want you to suck them.”
He leans in, kissing my nose. “I love you.”
“Right back atcha, stud.” He chuckles as we’re escorted out to the spot where pictures will be taken. Since it is so chilly out, Sofia had thick white Sherpa coats made for the two of us. I’m thankful since my dress is completely backless and thin as all hell. When we get outside, it’s snowing, and I swoon at the thought of the pictures. We take some shots of the wedding party and then some with our family and Sofia’s mom. When it’s time for Ryan and Sophia’s pictures, everyone else heads onto the terrace for the reception.
It’s absolutely stunning.
There are bright white lights strung across the top of the clear tent. The tables are adorned with huge red poinsettias and white roses. Everything is decorated in beautiful deep reds, golds, and whites. Up behind the wedding party table are wooden stumps that have gold candles on top of them. Above that is a huge R&S made from poinsettias and white roses. It’s all so breathtaking. I find myself wanting a fairy-tale wedding like this. I didn’t have one with Drew, and now I’m glad.