The kiss to her wrist, and the sight of her glove on his face, made Zelda want to kiss him again, just as hungrily, never mind the wedding. Except she couldn't do that, of course, no matter how much she wanted to. She pulled the new pair of gloves onto her hands instead, and stretched out her fingers, noting the feeling of the interior markings on her skin.

"I think so," she said with another bright smile. She leaned up to press her mouth to his, although it was a less intimate kiss than she wanted.

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