Acts of Desperation(67)

“I think both of us are for the time being. How are you?” I asked as Etta James’s, “At Last,” began to play—our wedding song.

“I’d be better if I could dance with my wife.” He grinned.

I laughed. “Did you request this?”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked. “Maybe.” Then he extended his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Of course.” With butterflies in my belly, I grabbed his hand, and my family walked out onto the dance floor. Never in my life could I have imagined such happiness.

He slowly spun me around, put one hand on the small of my back, and held my hand with his other. He put his cheek to mine and whispered in my ear, “I love you, Bobba.”

I pulled my head back and smirked. “Jax…” But then he kissed me before I could say anything else, and I felt him smiling against my lips. I stayed wrapped in his arms as we danced the night away.



The End.