“Did we get married?” Athena whispered, staring down at a wedding ring on her finger.
I looked at it, too, in awe—because, damn, I had good taste in jewelry, even when drunk. But also, of course, in complete and utter shock. This couldn’t be real, right? There wasn’t any place we could get married, at least none that I remembered. And definitely not that late last night.
When I had checked the time before our last drink, it had been twelve in the morning.
Eyes shifting from Athena’s hand to mine, I spotted a thick black band around my ring finger. I drew the pad of my thumb across it, my heart racing inside my chest.
How could I marry her and not remember a single thing?! What a fool I am.
Athena grabbed my hand to examine it. “We got married.”
While I was usually good at reading Athena, I couldn’t right now. And that scared the shit out of me. It was soon—really soon—after we had started dating. Hell, last night, we had somehow had our first real date and gotten married, all in one.
My stomach twisted into knots. What if she regrets it?
I had to make sure, however she reacted … I didn’t scare her away.
“We went to that silly little chapel,” Athie said. “It’s not real, right?”
Ouch, that hurts. That fucking stings.
“You said you wanted to be my wife,” I said, trying to play off her comment.
The words must’ve come out harsher than I’d expected them to because Athie turned toward me, grabbed my left hand with hers, and intertwined our fingers. “I do, but I wanted it to be special.”
Warmth exploded through me, and I tugged Athena into my lap. “I’d say getting married in a casino chapel, drunk off our asses, in the middle of California, is pretty special. Most people plan their weddings.”
Athie’s unreadable expression suddenly dropped. She slapped my chest, her fingers curling against it, and then she giggled as strands of red hair fell into her face. “I wonder how embarrassing we were. You think we got tacos after?”
“Oh, no doubt. Wouldn’t be surprised if you ate one off my ass.”
Nose scrunched up, she threw her head back. “Ew! Why would you not be surprised?!”
I curled my fingers into her sides, tickling her right underneath the ribs. She squirmed on top of me and burst out into another fit of giggles. My lips found the base of her neck.
“You’re always surprising me with the new kinks you have. Taco kink would be a fine addition.”
“I don’t know where your ass has been,” she said through laughs. “I’m not going near it.”
“Wow,” I murmured, kissing below her ear and sliding my hands from her waist to her ass. “You’re my wife now. You should do anything for me.”
“You should do anything for me.”
“If you asked me to eat tacos off your ass”—I squeezed it in my hands—“I would.”
After wiping the happy tears from her cheeks, she set her forearms on my shoulders and stared softly at me for the longest time, her lips curled into a smile. She shyly turned away, letting her hair fall into her face. “What do you think it was like?”
“Our wedding?” I chuckled. “I totally wore the veil.”
“I bet,” she said. “You’d look good in one.”
“I know.” My lips curled into a smirk. “You know, that food is probably getting cold.”
Athena crawled off me and was about to head for the food before I gently tugged her back down so she could rest. I wasn’t going to let her start off the first day as Mrs. Easton by lifting a finger for us.
“No, no, no,” I murmured. “Stay in bed, my queen.”
After setting down a platter of chocolate chip pancakes with eggs in front of her, I grabbed a plate for myself and plopped down beside her in the bed. My shoulders slumped forward, and I stuffed a forkful of fruit into my mouth.
