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This is another drabble for Emmarae's challenge.
The Wind
If the wind hadn't blown the door open, then he wouldn't have been in a position where he was kneeling close to her, rubbing her arms.
He wouldn't be in a position where he could gaze into her expressive brown eyes that showed her innocent trust of him.
He wouldn't be in a position where he could give into his longing and kiss those sweet lips of hers, to take what was his.
And he would not be in the position of saying his sacred marriage vows in the Mission Chapel.
He blamed it all on the wind.