Our lips collided, a messy clash of heat and urgency, her kiss pulling me in despite the chaos in my head. My hands found her shoulders, gripping the soft fabric of her bridal gown, and I broke away, my breath ragged.
"Ahh.." My eyes, wide with shock a moment ago, softened as I looked at her, trying to make sense of the storm she'd just unleashed. "Sara, what are you saying?" I asked, my voice rough, confusion swirling in my chest.
Her eyes shimmered, catching the glow of the vanity lights, a new intensity burning in them. "The truth, Ezra," she said, her voice steady but raw. "The truth."
I shook my head, my hands still on her shoulders, holding her at arm's length. "But… what? Why? Why now?" I stammered, my mind scrambling to keep up. "You're literally about to get married, Sara. This is insane."
