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thankful her future husband had agreed to a wedding there.
    They stopped in front of the closed doors at the back of the sanctuary, and Cindy took deep breaths.  She hoped she'd find him attractive!
    The doors opened and her eyes moved to the man waiting at the front of the church for her.  He had dark hair and a short beard.  Yes, he was just scraggly enough to make her happy.  Hopefully he would be as kind as he looked.  She raised her chin, her eyes meeting his, and she walked confidently to the front of the church.
    Trey stood watching his bride walk toward him.  He started to look behind him to see if there was another man she could be smiling at so sweetly.  Didn't she realize she was walking to him?  He was the nerd, the guy girls always avoided.  So why was this beautiful woman walking toward him with a smile on her face?
    When she reached the front of the church, her father placed her hand into Trey's, kissing her cheek.  Her father moved to the front pew to sit beside the woman who must be her mother. 
    He looked down at her delicate hand in his, her nails painted a pale pink, and he squeezed her hand tightly.  Together they turned to face the minister, but he wanted to simply stare at her.  She was beautiful.  She couldn't really be marrying him, could she?
    The wedding flew by.  He didn't recall being asked to take her as his bride, but he must have.  What he remembered best was the preacher saying, "You may kiss the bride."  He turned to her, and saw her looking up at him, a sweet smile on her face. 
    He cupped her face in his hands, leaning down and brushing his lips across hers.  He could have stood there kissing her all day, but he knew that would be inappropriate.  He would wait for another time to kiss her the way he really wanted to.
    When he raised his head, she was standing facing him, her lips parted slightly and her eyes closed.  He couldn't resist.  He lowered his head and kissed her one more time, lingering this time.  He heard a snicker from the congregation, and he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.  She was his.  He couldn't believe it.
    As they walked to the back of the church, with her hand on his arm, he wondered what her name was.  He knew it would have been mentioned during the ceremony, but he didn't remember it.  When they reached the back of the church, he led her into the bride's room and closed the door with a snap, happy to see the lock on the door, which he quickly clicked.
    She looked up at him with surprise.  Why is he locking the door?  He doesn't think we're going to consummate right here, does he?  Because if he does, he's truly lost his mind.
    He took her shoulders in his hands, his eyes meeting hers.  "I need to kiss you again," he said softly, his head lowering to hers.
    Cindy raised her lips eagerly.  She'd never dated much, being too serious about her studies, and then her business, to attract much male attention.  She liked kissing him, though, and would do it all day if they could get away with it.  His slow Southern drawl lit a fire within her she hadn't realized was there. 
    She knew she should be shy, and probably shouldn't want to be touching him yet, but she'd waited her entire life for her wedding day.  She'd read more romance novels than most women did in a lifetime.  Ready to get on with the physical aspect of her marriage, she saw no need to play coy.  Why should she act like someone she wasn't? 
    Raising her hands to his shoulders, she pulled him down to her, parting her lips for his kiss.  He pressed his lips firmly to hers, his tongue stroking her lips.  His hands moved to her waist, pulling her more firmly against him.  When he pulled away, he felt her breath on his lips, and it felt almost more intimate than the kiss itself had.  "You're so beautiful."
    Cindy smiled, her hands stroking his beard.  "I like this," she said.
    "My beard or kissing?" he asked with a grin.
    "Both!"
    He laughed.  "Let's sit for