The music started, a soft, elegant cello piece Aaron had picked himself. Standing under the old oak tree, with roses lining the aisle, Cameron felt everything at once. His nerves were on fire. The guests turned to look at him, faces full of smiles, friends, family, people from every part of his life. But his gaze fixed on the one person standing calmly beside the officiant.
Aaron.
He wore a charcoal-grey suit that made his eyes stand out. He looked calm, perfectly put together, but Cameron noticed the way he was holding his hands tightly in front of him and the quick pulse at his temple. Aaron was nervous too. The sight sent a wave of fierce affection through Cameron, steadying his own nerves.
