Chapter 261: The Strangest Thing
Ric’s breath hitched as Cammy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, anchoring herself to the warmth of his body.
Their kiss deepened—slow, searching, full of restrained longing. Her fingers brushed the nape of his neck, gently, tenderly, as if reassuring herself that this moment was real, that she was still here, still breathing.
’Greg is still in my heart... but Ric is my husband now,’ Cammy thought, her heart tightening. ’I can’t give my heart to him—not yet... but at least I can give him this. A piece of peace. A piece of me.’
With trembling hands, she reached up and began to unbutton Ric’s shirt—slowly, deliberately—her eyes closed, kissing him still. The fabric fell open, revealing the warmth of his skin, and just as she leaned in to kiss the curve of his shoulder, Ric gently pulled back.
"Cams," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "are you sure about this?"
Cammy didn’t answer with words. She only nodded—once—eyes clear, steady. Then she kissed him again, soft and sure. Her hands moved to his waist, her touch speaking all the things she couldn’t say.
Ric let out a quiet sigh and, as if surrendering to the gravity between them, lifted her up into his arms. Cammy instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, and their kiss continued.
He carried her through the dim hallway, their shadows dancing along the walls, until he gently laid her down on his bed. For a moment, he simply looked at her—his bride, his wife, the woman he had waited so long to love.
Cammy reached for him again, pulling his shirt off completely. Her fingers found the button of his pants and started to unzip them, her breath shallow, her hands trembling from the weight of everything this meant.