Stephen waited with anticipation for what she'd grant him control over. Had she said there was nothing he would be fairly upset but he had high hopes that she'd find him something to do. After all, he wasn't like normal men who had a lack of interest or lack of ability to do wedding related tasks. He was smart, capable, could color coordinate like a true artist!
Then, she said it. The magic word. Stephen's smile was so wide his cheeks hurt.
"Music, perfect, I'll do that," he leaned forward, taking the moment to kiss her again. Though, this time, he didn't stop. His warm hands found her cheeks and gently guided her head back as he worked his jaw. His teeth grazed her lower lip and he moved closer to her.