"Do you like it?" Maxen asked, his hot breath warmed her and sent fluttering sensations in her belly.
Meeting his gaze, she tipped her head, nodding whilst biting her bottom lip. "I love it," she whispered.
But her tongue itched to say more, so she leaned on his chest so her mouth could reach his ears, declaring, "I. Love. You."
Maxen kneaded her hips, shifting in his seat to keep himself from jumping for joy. Olivia seldomly says the word as if it would burn her tongue that's why every time she did, he knew how heavy with emotions those three words carried.
They were so lost in their world they didn't notice the flock of phones up in the air, taking photos and videos of what could be considered an intimate moment.
Most of the spectators were elated. They could hear wedding bells dance along with the wind. But a sore thumb stuck out, named King Alistair.
