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archiveofarethusaMarriage. To Lysander Melman. Holly honestly couldn't say she saw this coming.
The preacher and her groom were waiting on her answer, and Holly could see they had very different wishes for what her answer would be. Then Lysander looked at her, smiling real soft. The wicked glint in his dark eyes breathed fire into her heart that licked smoldering heat at her insides. God help her, she never wanted anything else.
"I do."
It was God's house they were married in, but she hoped He wasn't home; not even the holy sanctuary of the cathedral could take the devil from Lysander's kiss.
The preacher and her groom were waiting on her answer, and Holly could see they had very different wishes for what her answer would be. Then Lysander looked at her, smiling real soft. The wicked glint in his dark eyes breathed fire into her heart that licked smoldering heat at her insides. God help her, she never wanted anything else.
"I do."
It was God's house they were married in, but she hoped He wasn't home; not even the holy sanctuary of the cathedral could take the devil from Lysander's kiss.