Title: Accidentally in Love
Author: Steph
Rating: PG
Pairing: Killian/Emma
Characters: Killian, Emma, Belle, David, Mary Margaret, Robin.
Category: Romance/Humor/Drama
Disclaimer: I do this out of a love for this couple. No infringement is intended.
Spoilers: Nope!
Summary: Emma Swan needs to be married by 30 in order to receive the money from her trust fund and save her failing business. Killian Jones is the thief who just tried to rob her store. The two strike a deal: Killian will pretend to marry Emma and she won't send him to jail.
Note: Thanks for your responses to the last part and for reading. Can you guys take a second to answer a question for me? I've been wondering if the frequency with which I've been posting this story is okay. Up until now, I've been posting a new part every couple of days. I've already finished writing it, so that's why I've been able to post it so quickly. But I've been wondering if that makes it harder to keep up with it. So would your prefer that I post every 4-5 days? Once a week? Or keep posting every couple of days? If you can take a second to let me know what you prefer, I'd appreciate it! Thanks! Hope you enjoy this part! -Steph
…Accidentally in Love: Part 5/12...
~Whatever we become, it's up to her as much as me.~
Killian sat down next to Emma, so he could steer the boat. Emma could immediately tell he was experienced.
"Where did you learn how to sail?"
"My father," he said softly, his eyes focused on the water. "Before he left, he used to take my brother and I out on the water all the time."
Emma nodded. "Those must be some nice memories."
He bobbed his head. "It's all I have left of them both."
Emma paused for a moment, then said, "This is really peaceful."
"Aye, that it is. I have great affection for the water. It's always calmed me."
They slipped into a comfortable silence for a long time, just enjoying the sea breeze and the warm sun that was beginning to set. Emma watched the sky morph into a canvas of colors as the sun slipped below the horizon.
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
Killian's eyes scanned her face, as he replied softly, "Aye, beautiful."
A gust of wind suddenly swept around them and Emma shivered. Killian almost automatically put his arm around her shoulders, but froze, arm in mid-air, and looked down at her. She noticed his hesitancy and, without her permission, she felt her hand reach up and link their fingers. She pulled his arm around her and leaned into his warmth, as she placed her head on his shoulder.
Killian swallowed hard. Emma had just initiated physical contact with him. They were currently in a fairly intimate position, but there was no one around to see them. They looked very much like a genuine couple.
Killian licked at his lips, as Emma lifted her head and her eyes met his. He began to slowly lower his mouth down to hers. Emma closed her eyes, waiting for his lips to touch hers. But, just as their lips were about to meet, a seagull suddenly flew over them and defecated right on top of Killian's head.
He let out a little yelp and Emma's eyes flew open. She looked at his head, realizing what had just happened. Emma covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, as she finally broke contact with him. He patted at his head, before shaking it, and laughing.
The moment was undoubtedly ruined. Emma and Killian couldn't help but be disappointed. Emma knew it was a bad idea spending time with him, but she couldn't help herself. Now, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and feel his arms around her again.
They quickly made their way back to the dock and Killian tied the boat to the pier.
He smiled at her. "I need to go take a shower. I guess our time together must be cut short."
Emma chewed on her lip nervously. "It doesn't have to be," she said softly.
Killian arched an eyebrow. "Really? I was certain you'd want to use this as an excuse to go home."
God help her, Emma didn't want her time with him to end. She was enjoying spending time with the real Killian Jones. No pretending. Just the two of them.
She shook her head, her eyes focused on his. "I don't want an excuse."
Killian tried to hide his joy at that statement. "Well, okay. Then…will you have dinner with me?"
Emma smiled. "I'd love to."
A grin spread across his lips, as he hooked his thumb in the general direction of his apartment. "Give me 30 minutes and meet me at Pepe's."
Emma's heart fluttered in her chest, as she watched him go. Pepe's was a pizzeria. He really was creating his vision of a perfect day and he wanted to spend it with her.
30 minutes later, Killian appeared in front of Pepe's, his hair still wet and clinging to his forehead. She didn't think it was possible, but he looked even sexier than usual. He held a basket in his hand.
"I thought we could have a pizza picnic in the park. I brought some wine."
Emma smiled knowingly. "Sounds perfect."
"So what kind of pizza do you like?" he asked.
"Pineapple," she said.
His nose wrinkled. "I prefer broccoli."
Emma's lips turned downward. "Yuck. I've hated broccoli since I was a kid."
"It's good for you."
"Now you sound like my mother."
"How about a compromise? Half pineapple, half broccoli," he proposed.
"Okay," she agreed with a nod. "But just make sure none of the broccoli comes onto my half. It makes everything taste like it."
Killian chuckled, "As you wish."
He went into the pizzeria and emerged twenty minutes later with a medium pizza. Emma followed him to the park. She was surprised to find he was well-prepared when he pulled a blanket, plates, napkins, a wine bottle, and wine glasses out of the basket.
He noticed her surprise. "What?"
She shrugged. "I just didn't expect you'd have all of the components for a picnic. No offense, but it barely looked like you had running water at your apartment."
Killian laughed, as he met her eyes. "There's a lot you don't know about me, love."
Emma nodded and said softly. "I'm beginning to realize that."
She paused, as a thought suddenly occurred to her. If this was his perfect day, then maybe he had done this with other women before. Maybe this was his go-to move, which is why he was so prepared. Maybe this wasn't special at all.
She began hesitantly. "Do you, um, do this a lot? The whole sailing and pizza picnic in the park thing?"
Killian met her eyes and shook his head. "No, this is the first time. I guess I was just waiting for the right person to share it with."
Emma smiled in relief, as she felt herself being pulled toward him again, but quickly shook her head and laughed nervously.
"I guess we should eat before it gets cold."
He nodded, swallowing hard, as he handed her a plate and a glass of wine. They ate in a comfortable silence, the only light coming from the stars above and a lone lamp.
Emma sighed, as she looked up at the stars in awe. "I've always loved looking up at the stars. I had a lot of books on constellations as a kid."
Killian smiled. "You loved to read as a child, didn't you?"
"I did."
"Me too," he said, happy they had found more common ground.
"I loved fairytales," she said, turning her eyes over to him.
"Oh, I suppose you were fond of the whole princess meets her prince thing."
Emma laughed and shook her head. "No, actually, I just liked to escape into a different world, where problems could be solved with magic." She paused and then added softly, "And love sealed with a simple kiss."
The words hung in the air for a long moment, as their gazes held. Killian slowly leaned toward her, his eyes scanning her face, as his lips neared hers. Emma swallowed hard. He was so close she could feel his warm breath on her skin. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek and he had nearly closed the distance between them, when she abruptly turned her face away from him and returned her gaze to the stars.
Killian's hand slipped from her face, but his eyes remained on her. Emma felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. She wanted to kiss him so badly, but she knew if she allowed that to happen, then there would be no turning back.
Killian reluctantly turned his eyes back to the stars. He knew she wanted him to kiss her, but something had stopped her. Still, he couldn't help smiling to himself. He had just spent a perfect day with Emma. No amount of near-miss kisses or bird poop could spoil that. He realized then that it didn't matter what he was doing, just being with Emma was perfect on its own.
…
~You look stunning, Swan.~
The following day, Emma stood in front of the full length mirror in her mother's bedroom, staring at her reflection. This was the 10th wedding dress she'd tried on.
"This one's nice," Belle said.
"I really like it," Mary Margaret agreed.
Emma shook her head. "It's all wrong."
Belle and Mary Margaret groaned. Mary Margaret had called in a favor and had a rack of wedding dresses delivered to the house, but Emma had found something wrong with every one.
"Emma," her mother began, "You need to make a choice. The wedding is in less than a week and alterations may need to be made."
"None of these are right," she said with a frustrated sigh.
Belle gestured to the beautiful designer dresses. The cost of one could probably get them out of debt. "Emma, any bride would kill for these dresses."
Emma shook her head and then reached for another. This one had a strapless lace bodice and a ball gown skirt. Belle and Mary Margaret helped her into it.
She admired herself in the mirror, a smile pulling at her lips. An image of a grinning Killian standing at the end of the aisle as she walked towards him flashed in her mind.
The sound of Belle's voice whispering in her ear pulled her from her thoughts. "Emma, this is not even a real wedding. You just need to pick one."
Emma turned to face her mother and Belle. "Could I have a few minutes alone please?"
Mary Margaret nodded and stood. "Of course, dear. I hope this means you are close to making a decision."
Mary Margaret and Belle exited the room and Emma looked back at herself in the mirror. This one felt right.
She heard a knock at the door and rolled her eyes, as she stalked toward it. "I told you I needed a few-…"
She threw the door open, but stopped mid-sentence when she was greeted by Killian's smiling face.
"Killian?"
His mouth dropped open, as his gaze washed over her. "Emma, you…you look absolutely beautiful."
Emma's eyes widened and she shook her head, slamming the door in his face. "You're not supposed to see me in my dress before the wedding!"
Killian chuckled on the other side of the door. "That's a ridiculous superstition that only applies to real weddings."
He opened the door and let himself in. His brow furrowed for a moment when he didn't see her, but then he spotted her hiding behind the rack of dresses. He moved toward her, but she held up her hand.
"Don't come any closer."
"Emma, please."
"It's bad luck, Killian."
"And if we were really getting married, then I might indulge you, but we are not, so there's nothing to concern yourself with."
"We need all the luck we can get, real or not. I need to pull this thing off."
Killian came around the rack, but Emma moved in the opposite direction.
"Emma, come on."
"No."
He sighed and stopped in the center of the rack, his arms reaching out to part the dresses. Her mouth dropped open when he appeared before her. She threw her arms up.
"Great, now I need to pick another dress. I really thought this was the one too."
Killian smiled. "It looks amazing on you. It is the one." He paused and then added, as he came around the rack to stand before her. "I came up here because you seemed to be taking a great deal of time. Is everything all right?"
Emma shook her head, but dropped her eyes to the ground. "I couldn't decide."
"It's a fake wedding, Emma. You don't need to find the perfect dress. It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me," she whispered.
"Why?" he asked, his brow furrowing.
She slowly met his eyes. "I never thought about getting married. Even as a kid, I never imagined myself as a bride. I never planned my wedding out or imagined what my dress would look like. And after Neal, I knew that I never would. But then I put this dress on and it all felt so real. Everyone thinks it's real, Killian. My parents, my friends. They're all so happy for me. So…I don't know…when I started trying on dresses, it just felt like I should find the right one. I've heard you'll know it when you see it and I think this one is it."
She didn't mention how her feelings for him seemed to be growing with each passing moment and that it made her feel as if this wedding meant more than it should.
"Speaking as your fake fiancé, I couldn't agree more."
Emma simply smiled at him.
….
~That was a one time thing.~
The next few days flew by, amidst a flurry of last minute wedding preparations. Soon, it was the day before the big event. Emma had hired an actor to pretend to be a Justice of the Peace and her friend down at city hall had faked her a marriage license.
Now, all they needed to do was get through the rehearsal dinner tonight and the wedding tomorrow. She would get her trust fund, she would make it a point to avoid her parents for a couple of months, and then she could tell them she was getting a divorce. No more pretending. And then Killian would be gone from her life too.
Emma found herself frowning at that thought and her heart dropped into her stomach. In less than a month, he'd become such a huge part of her life. She'd actually come to depend on him. She'd come to care about him. If she was being honest with herself, then she knew it went a whole lot deeper than that.
Emma was thrown from her thoughts by the sound of the bell ringing on the door. Killian appeared and she immediately felt her lips pulled into a smile at the sight of him.
"Hey," she said.
"Hi. So I was thinking that something was missing from the wedding."
Emma's eyes widened in horror. "Oh no, what?"
"I need a best man."
Emma breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, I thought it was something important."
"Well, Belle is your maid of honor. It will look strange if I don't have someone stand up for me too."
Emma shrugged. "You already told my parents you don't have any close family or friends here."
"I know, but I feel like I need a best man to really sell this."
Emma groaned. "And where are we supposed to find a fake best man by tomorrow?"
Killian smiled. "Already done."
"Really? Who?"
"There's a bloke I know. His name's Robin. He owes me a favor."
Emma's eyes narrowed at him. "Is he a thief too?"
Killian nodded. "Aye, but a morally upright one."
"What does that mean?"
"It means he steals from the rich and gives to the poor."
Emma laughed sardonically. "And you want this man to come to my extremely wealthy parents' house tomorrow for our wedding?"
"Of course not. He's coming tonight, so they can meet him before the wedding."
Emma shook her head. "Absolutely not. Killian, you cannot be this dense. This guy only agreed to this because he wants to steal from my parents."
"He promised me he wouldn't."
"Oh he promised, did he? Was it a pinkie swear? Did he cross his heart?"
Killian rolled his eyes. "He'll be on his best behavior."
Emma sighed in defeat. "He better be."
With that, they headed to her parents. The rehearsal dinner was being held out on the large patio in the backyard. Robin, Gus, and Martha were already there when Killian and Emma arrived.
David smiled at them. "Look who's finally here. The guests of honor."
Emma hugged her parents. "Sorry we're late."
Mary Margaret waved her hand. "Don't worry, dear. We were being entertained by Killian's friend, Robin. It's not everyday you meet a real-life astronaut."
Killian and Emma exchanged a look. Emma shook her head. "No, it's not. It's almost hard to believe."
Robin stepped forward and kissed Emma on the cheek. "It's lovely to meet you, Emma. Killian has told me so much about you."
"So nice to meet you too."
David gestured to the house. "Robin, would you like a tour of the house?"
"I would love one."
Emma's eyes widened in panic. He could steal any number of things while on the tour. "Actually, I think dinner is ready."
Mary Margaret nodded. "It is. Let's all take our seats."
Emma took her place next to Killian. Her father stood at the head of the table.
"My wife and I would like to thank you all for joining us here today to celebrate our daughter and her fiancé. We never thought this day would come, so imagine our surprise when a few weeks ago, Emma announced that she was engaged and getting married within the month. Over the last few weeks, Mary Margaret and I have had the pleasure of getting to know Killian. We are so happy that Emma found him. We wish them all the love and happiness in the world."
Emma felt Killian's eyes on her and she turned to face him. Their gazes met and held for a long moment. Before Emma knew what she was doing, she felt herself leaning in towards him. Her lips brushed against his and Killian assumed she was breaking her own no touching rule because she felt the moment called for it. But then she pulled back, scanned his face, and dove back in, her lips crashing into his. Her hand reached up to grasp at the hair at the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss. Killian was taken by surprise, but responded eagerly, his hands tangling in her blonde locks. When she slipped her tongue in his mouth, he responded by sucking on it. A moment later, she pulled back, her forehead touching his.
They were so caught up in the moment that they had forgotten they had an audience. Everyone was staring at them. Robin came to the rescue and began to clap and gave a little whistle.
"Aye, mate, that's how you do it!"
Emma felt her face grow red, realizing that she had just made out with Killian in front of her parents. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but she was certain that nothing had ever felt so good or so right.
Killian brought his fingertips up to his lips, as he finally tore his eyes away from her. The taste of her lingered and he knew without a doubt that one taste would never be enough.
They were thrown from their thoughts when the staff started to serve the meal. The meal proceeded without incident. Robin regaled them with tales of his trips to space. They were all captivated by him and didn't seem to question a word he said.
They were nearly at dessert when Killian felt something brush against his thigh. He was startled for a moment, until he realized it was Emma's hand and she was reaching for his. He moved his hand and entwined their fingers. He met her gaze and looked around the table, certain the move had been done for everyone's benefit. But he realized no one was looking at them and, even if they were, they wouldn't be able to see their hands joined below the table.
Emma smiled gently at him and squeezed his hand. Killian felt his heart jump in his chest. His heart had actually skipped a beat at her touch. And as they sat their hand-in-hand they both realized that nothing had ever felt so right before.
The rest of the evening went on normally and Killian found that Emma was using every excuse in the book to touch him. He didn't mind one bit.
Emma found that she literally couldn't resist touching him. She had been denying herself for so long that she didn't want to anymore, at least not for tonight.
They finally said their goodbyes and Emma and Killian headed to the car. Once in, Killian turned to her.
"Not that I'm complaining, love, but I thought you had a rule about no displays of affection."
Emma shrugged. "It felt like the occasion called for a little physical interaction. We had to sell it."
Killian cocked his head. "Oh, is that why you slipped your tongue into my mouth?"
Emma felt her cheeks burning. "I got caught up in the moment. It didn't mean anything and it won't happen again."
Killian smiled to himself. Turns out, Emma Swan is actually a terrible liar.
…
~I'm in this for the long haul.~
The big day had finally arrived and Emma was panic-stricken. She had locked herself in the bathroom at her parents.
"Emma, please come out," Belle pleaded as she knocked on the door.
"No, please just leave me alone."
"The wedding is going to start any minute."
Killian came to stand beside Belle. "How long has she been in there?"
"An hour," Belle said.
Killian raised his eyebrows and then knocked on the door. "Emma, it's me. Please, open the door."
To Belle's surprise, she heard Emma walk to the door and turn the lock. She slowly opened the door, but didn't emerge.
"Come in," she said.
Belle made a move to enter, but she pointed at Killian. "I meant Killian."
Belle's eyebrows raised in surprise, but she stepped aside to allow him entrance. Emma closed the door behind him.
Emma sat down on the toilet seat cover and placed her hands over her face.
"You know, love, the loo seems to be our special place."
His attempt at humor was met with silence.
"What's wrong?" he finally asked.
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
"I don't think I can do this," she said.
"Then don't," he replied.
Emma's brow wrinkled in confusion. "What? You're supposed to talk me into doing it."
He shook his head. "Emma, you already know how I feel. You have a choice."
"But we've already come this far, Killian. What am I supposed to do? Tell everyone it was all a ruse? They'll hate me. They'll never forgive me. My parents will never speak to me again."
"You told me you could live with the consequences."
"Maybe I can't."
"Well, then, we can still call it off. We'll say we rushed into things and we're not ready to get married."
"But that will still leave me with my original problem. I need money fast or we'll lose our business."
"Emma, we've already discussed this. You know your parents will give you the money."
"I told you that's not an option," she said sharply.
"Then you leave yourself no choice. The fake wedding must go on."
Emma took a deep breath and wiped at her face to dry her tears. He held his hand out to her and she slipped hers into it, as she stood up.
"Come on," he said with a smile. "This is going to be the best fake wedding you've ever seen."
Emma still stood rooted to her spot. He took her hands in his and met her eyes, speaking softly. "If you get out there and you're scared, then find me. Meet my eyes and everything will be okay. I'll get you through it, love."
Emma managed a half-hearted smile at him, but she knew he meant what he said. Throughout this whole ruse, he had been there for her. He had gotten her through this. She knew she could depend on him.
They opened the bathroom door, Killian gave her hand a comforting squeeze, and offered her one last smile. Then he left her with Belle as he made his way outside to take his spot at the end of the aisle to wait for her.
"Are you okay?" Belle asked.
Emma nodded. "I'm okay. Let's do this."
They both walked outside and Emma saw the beautiful set-up for the first time. Her mother had really outdone herself. Flowers hung off the seats that lined the aisle and topiaries were scattered about. An archway covered with roses stood at the end of the aisle. Lights had been strung between trees and inside the tent where the reception would be held.
Emma felt a pang of guilt that her parents had spent all of this time, effort, and money on something that wasn't even real. She forced herself to take a deep breath and push those thoughts away. The music started and Belle went down the aisle ahead of her.
Her father appeared at her side and she linked her arm with his.
"Are you okay, Emma? Your mother said you were in the bathroom for a long time."
Emma nodded and managed a smile. "I'm okay. Just some wedding day jitters."
"You look beautiful, sweetheart. I'm so glad I get to share this day with you."
Emma blinked back tears, as she turned to face the guests and make her way down the aisle. Her hand holding the bouquet was trembling and her legs felt like jello. She couldn't move.
Then she remembered what Killian had told her. She took another deep breath and moved her gaze to the end of the aisle. And there he was, looking as handsome as ever in his charcoal tux. Their eyes met and he offered her a reassuring smile.
She felt her hand stop shaking and her legs firm up, as their eyes held. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks as she began to walk down the aisle, their gazes never faltering.
She had fallen for Killian Jones. She didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way he had found his way into her heart. There was no denying it any longer. She loved him.
And the thought calmed her. Even though she knew the wedding was still not real, when she looked into his eyes and said those heartfelt words, they wouldn't be a lie. For the first time in weeks, she wouldn't have to pretend.
Killian watched Emma make her way to him. He had never seen a more beautiful bride in his life. He couldn't have torn his eyes away from her if he had wanted to. And just as she made it halfway to him, realization washed over him too. It was like a strike of lightening. He was in love with her. Head over heels, crazy in love with Emma Swan.
But whereas the realization had calmed Emma, it had unnerved Killian. This wasn't pretend anymore. At least not for him and, if the way Emma was looking at him was any indication, then he was pretty certain it was real for her too. The wedding remained a sham, but the feelings and the sentiments they were about to share were genuine.
So why did it unnerve him then? Because he knew that no matter how he felt, Emma would never truly be his. Even if she returned his feelings, her parents would never accept the true Killian Jones. They could never really be together.
He was thrown from his thoughts by the arrival of Emma. David pressed a kiss to his daughter's cheek and then placed her hands in Killian's. David took his place next to his wife who was smiling from ear-to-ear.
"You okay, love?" Killian asked.
"I am now," she said, smiling.
The fake Justice of the Peace began. "Today, we are here to join this man and this woman in marriage. Marriage is a sacred institution and it should not be entered into lightly or without proper aforethought."
Emma and Killian exchanged a look.
"Emma and Killian, you are about to enter into a lifetime partnership. There will be highs and lows, joy and sadness, but one thing must remain the same. You must always be there to support each other through everything, good and bad."
Emma smiled at Killian. If this ruse had taught them anything, it was that they could be there for each other no matter what was thrown at them.
"I will now ask you to repeat your wedding vows. Do you, Killian, take this woman, Emma, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor and cherish her through sickness and in health, through times of happiness and travail, until death do you part?"
Killian looked into Emma's eyes and said, "I do."
"Place the ring upon her finger and repeat after me: With this ring, I thee wed, and forever pledge my devotion."
Killian took the ring from Robin and slid it on Emma's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed, and forever pledge my devotion."
The faux Justice of the Peace turned to Emma. "Do you, Emma, take this man, Killian, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor and cherish her through sickness and in health, through times of happiness and travail, until death do you part?"
Emma bobbed her head and smiled. "I do."
"Place the ring upon his finger and repeat after me: With this ring, I thee wed, and forever pledge my devotion."
Emma took the ring from Belle and slid it on Killian's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed, and forever pledge my devotion."
Emma didn't feel the pang of guilt she expected to and she knew why. This felt real. She felt the words in her heart and it didn't feel like she was pretending anymore.
Emma and Killian joined hands again.
"By the power invested in me by the state of Maine, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He turned to Killian. "You may kiss the bride."
Killian hesitated for a moment, then leaned in slowly, intent on giving Emma the obligatory peck on the lips that everyone was waiting for. But when his lips met hers, Emma cupped his face and pulled him closer to her, deepening the kiss. It took him by surprise, even though he knew she was lying when she said their first kiss was a one time thing.
Killian wrapped his arms around Emma's waist, as they slowly parted. Their eyes met and Killian saw something new in hers. He'd always seen the attraction, but now he saw love.
Emma felt her heart beating wildly as she looked into Killian's eyes. They had been filled with desire for her from the moment they met, but now she saw more. She saw love shining in his eyes.
They smiled at each other, as they linked their hands together and turned to face their guests. They were on their feet applauding them. Emma looked at her parents, who were beaming with pride. They began their walk down the aisle and when they reached the end, Killian turned to Emma.
"You did it," he said.
"We did it," she replied, squeezing his hand.
"Again, I'm certainly not complaining, love, but that kiss back there was far more than required by tradition. I thought you said our first was a one time thing. Were you simply caught up in the moment again?"
Emma smiled. "I lied. I wanted to kiss you on the boat. I wanted to kiss you in the park. I wanted to kiss you last night and I wanted to kiss you a few moments ago."
Killian's brow raised, as a grin appeared on his face. "Well, look at that. We finally agree on something. I've wanted to kiss you since the moment we met." He paused and then asked, "So what does this mean now?"
Emma tilted her head. "Well, I move to officially revoke the no displays of affection rule. All in favor say 'Aye'."
Killian grinned. "Aye."
Emma's smile widened, as he began to lean in to initiate a kiss for the first time. But they were interrupted by a flurry of guests coming to congratulate them.
They exchanged a look as they began giving hugs and shaking hands. Neither could deny that things would never be the same between them again.
And although Killian knew they could never truly be more, he vowed to enjoy these moments with Emma for as long as he could.
…
End of part 5
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