She raised an eyebrow. “Regret marrying the man who forgets towels but remembers my coffee order? Not a chance.”
He kissed her—slow and certain. The humor melted into something deeper. This was the real beginning—not the vows, not the dancing, but the quiet morning after, when love lives in laughter, in shared space, and in the way two people fit together like puzzle pieces.
The Towel Lesson
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