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against her mouth. I nipped at her bottom lip. “Give me all of you.”
I saw it in her eyes, watched as the last of the walls crumbled. Her climax hit her even as mine did, the force of it taking us both by surprise. I took her mouth, swallowing her cries even as she swallowed mine. I held her tightly to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, our bodies as intimately joined as two people could be. This, I knew, was what people meant by two people becoming one. She was my Kat and my Liv. Mine. And I was hers.
We stayed in bed for hours, sometimes just laughing and talking. Sometimes cuddling, then making love. There was no need to rush, no worrying about getting caught or anything urgent we needed to do.
I didn't know what time it was when we were both finally spent, but breakfast seemed like eons away. Still, I tucked Liv more tightly against me and kissed her temple. She laughed as my stomach growled.
“Perhaps we should get something to eat,” she suggested.
“I don't know about you,” I said. “But I'm not entirely sure I could move right now.”
She laughed again. “Me either.”
Silence fell and I wondered if she had fallen asleep. Then she spoke, her voice thick with sleep. “I never imagined I would marry.”
“Me, either.” I brushed hair back from her face.
“But I think I like being a wife.”
I kissed her temple again. “And I like being a husband.” It was true, and the realization made me smile. “I like being your husband.” My arms wrapped around her more securely. “I love you, my wife.”
She was almost under as she replied, “And I love you, my husband.”
Epilogue: Six Weeks Later
Blayne
When my father had first set up his conditions, he'd promised that if Livie and I wanted, we could have a real wedding ceremony. Neither of us had cared much at first, but when the marriage had become real, I'd asked Livie if she'd wanted something, and we'd both agreed that we did. We'd gone to my parents and reached a compromise. Livie would be allowed to plan without interference from my mother, and my parents could invite whoever they wanted.
As I stood at the front of the church and watched Livie walk towards me, I was glad we'd done just that. She'd designed her own dress, of course, and I knew it would be one of the things everyone would be talking about. I loved the dress, the way it hugged her body, but that was secondary in my mind. Once my eyes locked with hers, I didn't see anything else.
Everyone knew we were already married so we'd changed the ceremony slightly, but the words didn't matter. I repeated what I was supposed say and then recited the vows I'd written. My eyes burned, but I didn't try to push the tears back, letting them spill over. I'd asked her to be open with me, to let me see her. I owed her the same, and everyone else was just in the background.
Her own eyes were shining with tears as she said her own vows, her accent thickening as her emotions got ahold of her. In the past six weeks, she was coming into herself. She still didn't remember all of the things she had done as Katka, but their personalities were merging. Livie was the dominant, obviously, but she had become more relaxed, more sure of herself in a different way.
No one aside from my father knew the whole truth of her condition, and no one who hadn't been at my family dinner even knew that there was anything wrong. As far as Philadelphia society was concerned, the Westmores' black sheep had married a Czech immigrant in a hurry, but was actually trying to straighten up and do the right thing.
I was sure there were plenty more detailed rumors floating around, but I didn't care. People could think whatever they wanted about me. Then again, with everything else that had been happening in our little social circle, Livie and I weren't exactly the biggest story.
My brother's affair with Rebecca Stirling had come out, which had also made my parents look on me with a bit more favor. Delphine had eventually
I saw it in her eyes, watched as the last of the walls crumbled. Her climax hit her even as mine did, the force of it taking us both by surprise. I took her mouth, swallowing her cries even as she swallowed mine. I held her tightly to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, our bodies as intimately joined as two people could be. This, I knew, was what people meant by two people becoming one. She was my Kat and my Liv. Mine. And I was hers.
We stayed in bed for hours, sometimes just laughing and talking. Sometimes cuddling, then making love. There was no need to rush, no worrying about getting caught or anything urgent we needed to do.
I didn't know what time it was when we were both finally spent, but breakfast seemed like eons away. Still, I tucked Liv more tightly against me and kissed her temple. She laughed as my stomach growled.
“Perhaps we should get something to eat,” she suggested.
“I don't know about you,” I said. “But I'm not entirely sure I could move right now.”
She laughed again. “Me either.”
Silence fell and I wondered if she had fallen asleep. Then she spoke, her voice thick with sleep. “I never imagined I would marry.”
“Me, either.” I brushed hair back from her face.
“But I think I like being a wife.”
I kissed her temple again. “And I like being a husband.” It was true, and the realization made me smile. “I like being your husband.” My arms wrapped around her more securely. “I love you, my wife.”
She was almost under as she replied, “And I love you, my husband.”
Epilogue: Six Weeks Later
Blayne
When my father had first set up his conditions, he'd promised that if Livie and I wanted, we could have a real wedding ceremony. Neither of us had cared much at first, but when the marriage had become real, I'd asked Livie if she'd wanted something, and we'd both agreed that we did. We'd gone to my parents and reached a compromise. Livie would be allowed to plan without interference from my mother, and my parents could invite whoever they wanted.
As I stood at the front of the church and watched Livie walk towards me, I was glad we'd done just that. She'd designed her own dress, of course, and I knew it would be one of the things everyone would be talking about. I loved the dress, the way it hugged her body, but that was secondary in my mind. Once my eyes locked with hers, I didn't see anything else.
Everyone knew we were already married so we'd changed the ceremony slightly, but the words didn't matter. I repeated what I was supposed say and then recited the vows I'd written. My eyes burned, but I didn't try to push the tears back, letting them spill over. I'd asked her to be open with me, to let me see her. I owed her the same, and everyone else was just in the background.
Her own eyes were shining with tears as she said her own vows, her accent thickening as her emotions got ahold of her. In the past six weeks, she was coming into herself. She still didn't remember all of the things she had done as Katka, but their personalities were merging. Livie was the dominant, obviously, but she had become more relaxed, more sure of herself in a different way.
No one aside from my father knew the whole truth of her condition, and no one who hadn't been at my family dinner even knew that there was anything wrong. As far as Philadelphia society was concerned, the Westmores' black sheep had married a Czech immigrant in a hurry, but was actually trying to straighten up and do the right thing.
I was sure there were plenty more detailed rumors floating around, but I didn't care. People could think whatever they wanted about me. Then again, with everything else that had been happening in our little social circle, Livie and I weren't exactly the biggest story.
My brother's affair with Rebecca Stirling had come out, which had also made my parents look on me with a bit more favor. Delphine had eventually
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