Page 169 of Love Unscripted
His restraint broke.
The next kiss was different—deeper, hungrier, filled with everything he had held back for so long. His hand came up to cradle her face, then slid to her waist, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t quite believe she was really there.
She answered him fully.
Her hands, no longer careful, moved with quiet urgency—fingers finding unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders. There was a soft, breathless laugh between them as it slipped away, forgotten almost immediately.
Aaron’s forehead rested briefly against hers, his breath uneven.
“Camille…” he murmured, her name carrying both wonder and restraint fighting to hold on.
She didn’t let him retreat into it.
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
That was all it took.
Whatever reverence had slowed them now deepened into something just as sacred—but no longer held back. His kisses traced from her lips to her cheek, her neck, unhurried but no longer cautious. Each touch seemed to anchor him further in the reality of her.
Camille’s hands moved again, surer now, drawing him closer, closing every remaining space between them.
There was nothing uncertain left.
Only trust. Only desire that had waited—and waited well.
And now, finally, had no reason to wait at all.
~*~*~*~
Camille lay beside Aaron, her head resting against his shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around her. Neither of them spoke for a while. There was no need.
Aaron pressed a slow kiss to her hair. “I can’t believe this is real,” he murmured.
She tilted her head slightly, looking up at him. “It is.”
He studied her face, still a little in awe. “You’re my wife.”
A small smile curved her lips. “And you’re my husband.”
He let out a quiet breath, something like relief and gratitude all at once.
After a moment, Camille shifted slightly, her fingers threading gently with his. Then he leaned in, kissing her, slowly, deliberately. When they settled again, she tucked back into his side, fitting there like she belonged.
His fingers traced slow, absent patterns along her arm. “Forever, Camille,” he murmured.
She smiled against his chest. “Forever, Aaron.”
Outside, the last of the lights flickered in the trees. Inside, they rested—held not just by the quiet, but by the promises they had spoken aloud.
And for the first time, their beginning felt complete.
***THE END***
