As she was tucking her phone back into her clutch, a small jazz combo began playing on the stage. Several couples went onto the dance floor, swaying to the music. Edward looked at her, giving her a shy grin. “Would you like to dance?”
Bella looked at him, blushing at his tender expression and sincerity in his gaze. With a bright smile, she took his proffered hand, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
Holding Bella in Edward’s arms was nothing short of a dream. Her body was soft, curvy, and warm, snuggled to him. Her hand was captured between his chest, just above his heart and his own hand. Her cheek pressed to his shoulder warmed him to his core while he brushed kisses to her forehead. Her other hand gripped his suit jacket like he was going to disappear. But, if he had his choice, he’d hold her like this for the rest of his life.
I love you, he thought as his arm tightened around her waist.
A soft click broke the spell as the ship’s photographer snapped their picture. “So much love, affection, I couldn’t not take the photo,” he said. “How long have you been married?”
Bella blushed, biting her lip. Her heart gave a happy little twist at the mention of marriage, wanting it so much. But, the realization caused her brain to fritz.
“We’re not married,” Edward said. “At least, not yet.”
Bella blinked up at him, shocked at how easily he said he’d wanted forever with her, despite their rocky beginning.
Edward moved his hand to cup her cheek, trailing his thumb down her pink cheek. She was lost to his loving, evergreen gaze. His eyes sparkled as he brushed his lips over hers tenderly. Both of them heard another click, but were too involved in their kiss. A quiet chuckle did pull them apart. “I’ll have these photos for you by the end of the cruise.”
“I want doubles,” both of them whispered.
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