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Mine.

She wanted to be mine. Not anyone else’s.

The realization hits me so hard it steals the last of my control.

There’s only Maggie.

Her amazing body moving with mine, her vanilla scent that’s so delicious and sweet, the sound of her chanting my name over and over again.

I wrap my arms around the front of her body, holding her to me after it’s over and we’re both still recovering. Maggie goes limp, melting on top of me.

“Let’s…let’s stay here awhile,” she says, and I’m not sure if she means the position, the club, or the island.

“Okay,” I agree and place a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll stay as long as you want,” I promise her.

21

Maggie

The afternoon of the ceremony is hectic getting everything ready, including myself and Kendall, but it’s so worth it.

Kendall and Monty’s sunset chapel wedding is absolutely beautiful.

They look so in love and happy to be married. To be starting a life together.

If only everyone shared that sentiment about the institution.

Even during the past few amazing days and nights with Teddy, there’s been this doubt in the back of my mind that it’s going to all be over soon.

Way too soon.

Tomorrow morning, we fly home to Wilmington where I’ll start my own baking business I’ve always wanted and move out of the one place that’s ever felt like home.

My eyes begin to water at the thought that once I’m gone, Teddy and I may never have another morning like today's together.

He’ll never want to be in a serious relationship, live with someone, or get married, especially not to me.

I slip away from the reception in the ballroom while everyone’s still coming in and Kendall and Monty are taking photos to go check my mascara.

Genevieve explodes out of the ladies’ room so fast that the two of us nearly collide.

“Oh, hey,” I say.

“Oh, um, hi,” she replies, her cheeks flushed as she glances over her shoulder at the women’s restroom. Without her thick-rimmed glasses, and in the slim fitting pale pink gown that shows off her tall, lean height, she looks less like a bookworm and absolutely gorgeous.

“Is everything okay?” I ask since her eyes are probably as red as my own.

“Yeah, it’s just… this, ah, this bathroom is out of order.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay. I was just going to check my mascara and lipstick,” I say as I slip past her and push open the door. When it swings open, I nearly collide with someone else.

“Shit. Sorry,” I say as I apologize to a man in a tux who takes a step back. Not just any man. “Wyatt? What are you doing in the women’s bathroom?”

He sighs and then smiles while adjusting his jacket lapels. “What do you think I’m doing in here, Maggie? And I wonder why Teddy didn’t tell you?”

What in the world is he talking about?

Unless…