Our Wedding Night
Not: I’ve been so alone, so stressed, I’m totally gagging for it, not just the sex but the touching and the intimacy and the feeling of another human being beside me, holding me, even if it’s only for a night or half a night or some portion of a night.
That’s what I won’t say.
A waitress comes up with our fresh drinks. She sets them down and then eyes my bouquet, followed by Lorcan’s buttonhole. “Oh! Are you two getting married?”
I can’t help bursting into laughter. Of all the questions. “No. No. Not at all.”
“Definitely not,” Lorcan affirms.
“Only we have a special champagne deal for wedding parties,” she persists. “We get so many, what with the registry office down the road. Are you being
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