STELLA’s POV
I knew my make-up was already ruined by the mess I did earlier. From the tears I had cried. And now, from the way that Tyler was kissing me. He was devouring me and kissing me hungrily like it was already our honeymoon when the wedding didn’t even start.
He shoved his tongue inside my mouth without a warning and I accepted it, battling mine with him. His hands roamed around my body and I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
“Stella…” he mumbled as he pulled away, his voice husky. “I’ll wait for you at the altar.”
I nodded, slowly trying to calm my heartbeat and he reclaimed my lips again. Even though I despised the idea, Tyler was right. It would be really bad if I run away from our wedding. It would look really sad, especially when my ex-boyfriend would be watching the whole event.
This time around, I was the one who pulled away from him. “Yes, I’m coming,”