His lips touched hers, gently at first then with a touch more pressure; finally he opened his mouth under hers. It didn’t matter to him Elvis’s wife had started crying on cue. Or that Elvis had tears of his own glistening in his eyes. It didn’t matter to Solomon as he and Brea were the only ones in the small chapel at that moment. He kissed her as if it were his last kiss, his first kiss, and every other kiss he would ever give her after they left the chapel.
He knew they were married and nothing could take that away from her --- or him. His kiss stated he was her husband in every sense of the word.
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Date: 2012-03-20 07:31 am (UTC)He knew they were married and nothing could take that away from her --- or him. His kiss stated he was her husband in every sense of the word.