Our Wedding Night
“We get so many, what with the registry office down the road. Are you being joined by the bride and groom?”
“Actually, we’re anti-marriage,” I say. “Our motto is: make love, not vows.” “Here’s to that.” Lorcan lifts his glass, his eyes glinting.
The waitress looks from Lorcan to me, laughs uncertainly, then retreats. I down about half my glass. My head is gently spinning and I feel another surge of longing. I’m imagining his lips on mine, his hands ripping off my dress.…
Oh God. Get a grip, Fliss. He’s probably imagining his bus home.
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