Page 168 of Love Unscripted

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One by one, guests came to say their goodbyes.

Warm embraces.

Soft laughter.

Words of blessing.

“Beautiful wedding.”

“You two are perfect together.”

“God has really blessed you.”

Camille received each one with grace, but her awareness kept returning to Aaron—standing close, steady, attentive, his hand brushing hers whenever the space allowed.

Eventually, the crowd thinned.

The music faded.

The lights remained, glowing softly in the trees as if reluctant to let the night end.

Aaron turned to her.

“Ready?” he asked quietly.

She met his gaze, her answer already there. “Absolutely.”

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The house felt different when they entered it together.

Not unfamiliar—but newly theirs.

Aaron led her upstairs, his hand firm but gentle in hers. At the doorway of his bedroom, Camille paused. This space—so deeply his—was now something they would share.

He watched her take it in, a small, almost vulnerable smile touching his mouth.

“First time you’ve seen it,” he said.

She nodded. “It feels like you.”

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving her face. For a moment, they simply stood there—close enough to feel each other’s breath, the quiet of the house wrapping around them.

Then Aaron lifted his hand, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

The touch was gentle.

Camille’s breath softened.

There was no need for words.

He kissed her gently at first—slow, deliberate, as if he were still honoring the sacredness of the moment.

But something in her response changed it.

Camille leaned into him, not tentative now, but certain.

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