She blinked. “Huh?”
He tipped his head toward the judge, who repeated what Mia had apparently missed.
“Noah and Mia, I pronounce you man and wife.”
Her eyes widened with realization, and she gripped his warm hand tighter, suddenly feeling light-headed.
It was over already? They were married?
Had she done everything she was supposed to? Said everything she was supposed to?
The judge, an older man with thinning gray hair, gave her a strange look, and Mia belatedly realized this was supposed to be the happiest moment of her life. She took a deep breath and pasted a smile on her face.
She must have looked convincing, because the judge happily returned her smile and said, “You may kiss your bride.”
Mia turned back toward Noah, and at his expression, her smile slowly faded.
His blue eyes were on her face, roaming across her cheeks, forehead, her lips, like he was memorizing her. His brows were together, a tiny wrinkle between them, almost as if he were concentrating on something difficult.
Was he already regretting this? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if he was okay, but nothing came out. Her heart had stopped, and she seemed unable to do anything but stand there and stare at him.
He still held her hands in his, and tugged gently at the same time he took a single step forward. He released her left hand and put his on the back of her head, swallowing thickly before he bent to her.
Her eyes fluttered closed the moment he kissed her. His lips were warm and soft, his mouth slightly open. Her free hand lay flat against his firm abdomen, and the other trembled in his grip. He pressed closer, his fingers gentle in her hair, their clasped hands disappearing between their bodies, and an unexpected warmth coiled deep in her belly.
Hot damn, Noah knew how to kiss.
Then he pulled back, his gaze never wavering as he took his hands from her. Her fingers shook, worse now that she didn’t have him to hold her steady.
“Congratulations,” the judge said.
Mia startled, having forgotten all about the man.
Claire clapped and bounded up to them, a smile on her face and her eyes wide. “I can’t believe you guys just did that.”
Noah said nothing, and Mia knew the second his gaze slid away from her, like she’d been standing in the sun and a cloud had rolled in to block the soothing warmth.
The three of them walked out together, passing another couple on the way out. The woman was practically sitting on the man’s lap, and they looked on top of the world.
Mia glanced over at Noah walking beside her. His eyes were straight ahead, his hands loose by his sides.
Not touching her.
Why did that suddenly feel disappointing? Did she want him to hold her hand, or something?
The wedding—thatkiss—had knocked her off balance.Get it together, Adrian.
Noah barely looked at her as he headed for his car. “See you tonight?” he called over his shoulder. When she didn’t reply immediately, he stopped and turned, his eyes meeting hers, a question in his gaze.
“Yeah,” she said. “See you tonight.”
“Let me get this straight.”
Mia kept her back to her new, now ex-roommate, Reagan, who lounged on her bed while Mia did some last-minute packing. She’d been too nervous about the wedding—wondering if they’d really go through with it—to get everything done beforehand.
But they had gone through with it.
They were married, and tonight she’d move into his house as his wife. His house was fully furnished, so all she needed to take were clothes, toiletries, and most important, her KitchenAid mixer.