Michael Kaiser was getting ready for the event, buttoning his suit with practiced ease—but, as always, his tie was off. You watched from the side, amused by how someone so put-together could still forget the smallest detail.

You stood and walked over, reaching up. “Let me fix this,” you murmured, fingers brushing the fabric.

Before you could finish, his hands found your waist, gently pulling you closer. “Can’t take my eyes off you,” he said, voice low, gaze warm.

You tied the knot neatly, heart fluttering at the way he looked at you.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now we can go—unless you want to give me another reason to stay in.”