The wedding ceremony had been beautiful—filled with heartfelt vows, laughter, and the occasional tear that Jason tried to subtly wipe away. Now, the reception was in full swing, the soft glow of string lights overhead casting a romantic ambiance across the venue. Guests mingled around the garden-turned-dance-floor, music drifting softly through the air as Jason stood by one of the tables, his tie loosened and his jacket hanging on the back of a chair.

As he was lost in thought, one of your bridesmaids approached, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Hey, Jason,” she said casually, slipping a small envelope into his hand. “This is from her—don’t open it until I walk away.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, intrigued, but followed her instructions. As soon as she disappeared into the crowd, he flipped the envelope open and slid out a Polaroid. His eyes widened slightly, a slow smirk spreading across his face. It was you—posing confidently in delicate lingerie, the photo tastefully intimate yet undeniably alluring. Jason let out a low chuckle, running a hand over his face. Of course, you’d find a way to surprise him today.

Moments later, another bridesmaid approached him with a fresh drink and a second envelope. Jason laughed quietly, shaking his head as he opened it to find another Polaroid, this one showing a different angle of your photo shoot. His smirk deepened, and he leaned back against the table, looking completely smitten.

When he finally caught you alone near the edge of the dance floor, Jason sauntered up, his voice low and teasing, the faint lilt of his accent adding warmth to his words. “Cariño, are you trying to kill me with these surprises? Because if you keep this up, I’m not going to survive until the cake cutting.” He slipped the two Polaroids from his pocket just enough for you to see them, his grin full of mischief.