Olivia
“Liv…”
“Nathan!”
I pushed away from the doorway and ran toward my husband, not caring if the salt from the parking lot whipped up around my skirt or if my hair got messy. Nathan grinned, opening his arms for me. I slammed into him, letting him lift me and twirl me around.
“You made it,” I breathed.
Nathan leaned down and pressed a warm, tender kiss against my lips. He tasted a bit like coffee, and the smell of his cologne was almost dizzying.
“I made a promise, didn’t I?” he said when he pulled away. “Oh my god, Liv, your hair…”
I smirked and tucked a strand behind my ear. “You like it?”
“Like it?” Nathan grinned. “Baby, I love it. It looks so good on you.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“And you sure did.” He took my hand and twirled me, his eye
