Tangled Hearts
On the night before our wedding, my fiancée's ex-boyfriend lost in three rounds of Truth or Dare.
Round One was Truth. He had to confess the most intimate thing he'd ever done with the opposite sex.
Rob Ross shot me a wink. "That scar on Dorothy's thigh? I accidentally bit her there."
Round Two was Truth again. He had to reveal a secret no one else in the room knew.
He blushed a little. "When Dorothy was fast asleep, I took care of her physical needs for her."
Round Three was Dare. He had to kiss a lady in the room for a full ten seconds.
Without hesitation, he turned and kissed my fiancée, Dorothy Bryant.
Dorothy froze for a moment, then held the back of his head and kissed him back. As the room watched in shock, she pulled Rob behind a screen, and they proceeded to entwine passionately, oblivious to the stares.
The entire room fell into a stunned, suffocating silence. Every pair of eyes swiveled toward me. They all braced for an explosive outburst.
But when the pair finally emerged from behind the screen, still lost in each other, I was the first to break the tension by clapping enthusiastically.
"Such being the case, why not make him the groom tomorrow?"