The night had passed quietly, the way only a night filled with certainty could.
Two people had stood before everyone they loved and promised the rest of their lives. Now, they weren't just Damon and Svetlana. They were the Crosses.
Damon opened his eyes slowly, the soft morning light stretching across the ceiling above him.
His body still felt the weight of the past twenty-four hours, the laughter, the dancing, the emotions, and the exhaustion that came with a perfect day.
He lay still for a few moments, just breathing.
Last night had ended like a dream. Or maybe more like a fantasy. Truth be told, it had crossed into something bordering on reckless, something only two people deeply in love and newly bound could justify. It was messy, passionate, and private in the best ways.
He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep with a smile on his face until his cheeks ached now from it. But really, could anyone blame him?
