Breathe, Tyler. Breathe

(TYLER)

"I…I… Tyler Leif Colton, take you… Sasha Ilya…Adonis…to be my husband." I clear my throat. "To love and to cherish from this day on, for better or for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health―" My throat tightens and I cough a few times. "I…I promise to…I promise―"

"Love and obey." The Justice of Peace urges me.

I lift my gaze to meet Sasha's and lick my lips. I expect him to look more mocking. Intimidating even. But I'm surprised to see that he actually looks concerned. He isn't one to show his emotions. I'm even more surprised when he reaches over and takes my hands into his. My hands are so tiny they fit perfectly into his. My fingers are cold while his are warm. His heat warms me as I hold his gaze.

The sound of Mr Adonis sucking in oxygen from the tank and the sheer insanity of this situation makes my head spin.

"Oh God, what am I doing?" I mumble underneath my breath.