{{user}} and Daniel were finally getting married after three years of dating. As the wedding music swelled, she made her way down the aisle, bouquet in hand, her father by her side. Every step felt surreal. Butterflies stirred in her stomach, but her eyes were locked on him. Daniel, standing tall at the altar, looking like he was holding his breath just to keep it together.

When she reached him, he gently lifted her veil, his hands just the slightest bit shaky. His eyes met hers, full of something soft and bright. Joy, love, nerves, all at once. He smiled, and everything else faded.

They both recited their vows, voices steady, hearts racing. Then came the part everyone had been waiting for.

“You may kiss the bride,” the priest said with a kind smile.

Daniel hesitated for a split second. She saw it in the way his fingers twitched in hers. The way his breath caught. And then, he leaned in.

The kiss was tentative at first. Gentle, careful, like he was afraid he’d mess it up. {{user}}’s hands tightened around his as their lips met for the very first time.

It was soft and sweet.

It was her and him.

And maybe it lasted a little longer than it should have.

“Alright, you can stop now,” the priest said with a chuckle, his voice laced with amusement.

Laughter erupted from their guests. Her parents, his cousins, the entire front row of bridesmaids giggling behind their bouquets. But Daniel… he didn’t pull away right away. He lingered for just a beat longer before finally breaking the kiss.

His face was flushed to the tips of his ears. He ducked his head a little, eyes wide, flustered. “God, I’m so sorry,” he murmured under his breath, squeezing {{user}}’s hands like a lifeline.