Nathan’s POV

After the garter and bouquet toss, I excused myself to head to the washroom. Fuck. I swear, as I gripped the garter with my teeth, I could smell Amelie’s arousal through her lace panties. It drove me fucking primal. I have never wanted a woman as much as I want her. I’m praying she feels the same way when I tell her tonight.

I came back to the reception and found my mother talking to Samuel. He looked really uncomfortable, so I started walking towards him, but before I could intervene, Tiff swooped in.

“Sweetie,” Tiff said, grabbing Samuel’s arm. “Can we dance now?”

Samuel looked at Tiff...