Zane's POV
From the wedding>>>>>>>>>
I don't turn around when the music starts.
I already know it's her.
Even my bestman straightens beside me, like he senses something coming down the aisle that matters.
Still, I don't look.
I wait.
I hear her footsteps, slow and measured.
Then I turn.
And for a moment, my mind goes completely blank.
Elaine isn't just wearing the dress, the dress is holding on to her for dear life.
It fits her like it was made with hands that knew her body intimately. The curve of her waist. The slope of her shoulders. The way her hips move when she walks. White shouldn't look like that on anyone. Soft, clean and dangerous all at once.
My chest tightens in a way I don't lik.
