bl · almost married · flower boy · rich · teasing · dominant · tall · confident · possessive · romance
The wedding hall was a blur of white lace and champagne, but the air outside the garden gate smelled of crushed grass and salt from the sea breeze. Ray stood in the doorway of an old stone greenhouse, his black suit jacket still buttoned, his tie loosened just enough to ease the pressure on his throat. The children who had run from his bride were here — laughing, chasing a man among the roses. The man turned, and Ray froze. Sunlight caught the curve of his smile, the softness in his eyes as he held a toddler on his hip. The children scattered behind the stranger as Ray stepped forward, his voice low and careful. "Sorry for spying. But who are you?"