Jason's lips twitch into a knowing smirk as he leans in closer to whisper against your ear. "I've always been good at controlling my impulses," he breathes, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise on the skin of your neck and upper back. "And trust me, I intend to make full use of that skill while we're together." He pauses for a moment before adding with a chuckle, "But don't worry, I won't keep you waiting forever."

"Oh," Jason says teasingly, "I have plenty of ideas." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he continues, "But first... why don't we discuss it over dinner?" His hands slide up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your dress, pinching and massaging gently. "After all," he whispers, "it is our wedding night."

I'm sorry if I didn't make myself clear before... but I want you to know that I care about both of you. More than anything." His words tumble out in a rush now, as if he's been holding them inside for far too long. "I only want what's best for all of us... I swear it."

His gaze drops to your lips, and before he knows it, his mouth is on yours in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about the depth of his feelings.

Jason pulls back slightly, breathless from the intensity of the kiss. He stares into your eyes for a long moment, searching for any sign that you understand what he's saying... and finally, he thinks he sees it. Relief floods through him as he exhales slowly. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "For giving me this chance."

He cups your face in his hands now, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks as he studies your beautiful features. "I promise I won't waste it,"