"Do you, Tim Percival, take Olivia Collins to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest said, his voice rumbling through the church.
Tim smiled brightly at me. "I do."
"And do you, Olivia Collins, take Tim Percival to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
I smiled back lovingly. "I do."
The priest then smiled too. "You may kiss, as husband as wife."
And we kissed, and the whole church smiled, and it was as if everything in the universe had been washed with light and it was beautiful.
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Bruises
Teen FictionOlivia has been abused by her brother all her life, and she has the bruises and burns to show it. When she makes a stand and moves out, she meets a boy; a wonderful boy. But the two boys, brother and lover, are connected, and Olivia is scared. Sc...
