Marriage

"So where do we get a priest?" Elvin asked, snuggling Eve who was lying naked next to him. "Would we need to invite people, or would you want it to be quiet?"

Eve smiled. "Whatever you choose. I'm in for it. But if you want my suggestion, I'll say we start with a court signing. Then after that, we see a priest. You and I. No one else. Except maybe, our best friends, if they won't be judgemental of what we share."

Elvin thought about it, then he smiled. "Well, I'm broke. So, something quiet for now. But I surely would have liked to give you a grand wedding."

"Most grand weddings ended in disaster. If I'm certain you have your heart, as you claim to have mine, then we are good to go. You know, Elvin, this is marriage. You may get tired of me. You may get tired of seeing me." Eve grinned. "I—I don't want to look like a piece of work to you."

"You won't," Elvin said. "The problem with marriage is that most couples forget the initial flare that attracted