did you ask?”
He smiled; there was his sweet, honeyed chipotle pepper. “Precious this is your say. You wanted this union, didn't object during the ceremony though you were given three separate occasions to do so. It's clear you're changed in some ways but you still retain that knowledge, you weren't forced into this marriage.”
Blushing, she embarrassedly admitted, “I don’t remember the ceremony, except for saying ‘I do’ three different times.”
Dylan nodded his understanding of her plight but couldn't halt what needed to happen. Instead, he worked to lay her fears to rest in his relaxed southern way, “Woman, I darn near plucked the planets from the sky getting ya what's been forever in your heart.” He placed his hands on her shoulders reassuringly, given them a little squeeze. “Gal, ya wanted a bond, a legal marriage for life.”
She blinked and nodded, then straightened her spine, a tender seedling beneath the mild warmth of spring sunshine. “Yes I did.”
He kissed her tenderly, fleetingly, because he could no longer resist the temptation of her innocence accepting that at this point he had no right to linger