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The bells rung out loud as the new Mr and Mrs Lucas Scott exited the church to be showered with rice as they made their way to the awaiting car that would bring them to their reception.
As they drove Lucas looked at his wife and smiled as he thought of their history, there was no denying it – they had been through a lot, but he wouldn't change a minute of it. Noticing that he was looking at her, she smiled to him and leaned in for a kiss that lingered as the car came to a stop.
The DJ announced that it was time for their first dance and as they made their way to the floor, the song that had become their's began to play.
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
He looked at her, glad that they had finally commited to each other for life, though in reality, he had always seen her as his.
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade
She looked amazing today, though that wasn't to say that she didn't always. Though what made her outstanding today was her smile- he decided that smiling definately suited her.
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
Their eyes met, he loved her eyes. He could always get lost in them.
One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
For too long had they let small things come between them, though in reality, he could never imagine doing this with anyone else.
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
He had hurt her too many times, though he promised himself that that was over now, that though they may have their squabbles, it would never be anything major.
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
He loved her. If there was one thing he was sure of in the world, it was that. He would never let anyone or anything come between them again, those times were over, from then on, she came first.
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
They could never spend enough time together as far as he was concerned. He would never get tired of her, fall out of love with her.
And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
He had saved her before, but then he supposed, she had done the same for him. If he had the choice, he'd do it all again – because it had led them there.
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
She had left him before, but he wouldn't let that happen again, she was a keeper, and she was his.
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no
He would never get tired of saying it: Mrs Lucas Scott. Their song was over now. He brushed a lock away from her face as he leaned down and whispered into her ear,
"That's me inside your head"
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