When it was over, I slumped against Daemen like a rag doll. I smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy andgood.My silly joy manifested in a giggle.
"We just had sex in a broom closet," I mumbled.
Daemen's reply was shameless. "We sure did. And I'd do it again."
"Do you think anyone's wondering where we went?"
"Possibly."
I laughed. "At least no one's come knock—"
A sudden knock at the door made me yelp loudly.
Daemen still didn't look ashamed. He replied, as cool and collected as ever, "Hello?"
"Spilled some wine. Need a mop. Y'all right in there?"
I recognized Sally's voice. Of course my sister's fiancée would be the one to catch me getting knocked up in the broom closet.
"Ah, I'll grab that for you. Just a moment," Daemen said calmly.
My cheeks were on fire from embarrassment, but I bit my lip to not burst into laughter as Daemen—still holding my ass with his other hand—picked up the mop handle and thrust it at the door.
"There you go."
The door creaked open an inch, just enough to reveal Sally's amused expression. "You two are havin' a good time, I see."
Daemen chuckled. "Guilty as charged."
"Hi, Sally," I said meekly with a wave.
"The rehearsal wasn'tthatboring, was it?" Sally joked.
"N-no, not at all!"
Sally took the mop. "I'm just teasing. Just try not to have a repeat at the wedding, eh? I'd like my bride to be the center of attention that day."
I nodded like a kid who got caught stealing cookies from the jar. Daemen agreed as well, though he still looked pleased with himself.
"Great. Now I'll leave you two alone to, uh, untangle."
As she shut the door and walked away, we both burst into the quietest laughing fit ever.
9
Daemen
On the dayof Maria's wedding, Miguel and I were on our best behavior. Sally hadn't told anyone about our closet tryst, which we both appreciated, but we'd silently sworn to make it up to her forthatparticular incident.
"Today's the day, huh?" Miguel mused as we approached the banquet hall. He was looking magnificent in his suit, even though his styled hair kept popping out of place. Each time that cowlick escaped the confines of its gel, I stroked his head to put it back down. It gave me a convenient excuse to be touching my mate.
I fake-gasped. "What if your extended family doesn't like me? What if they suspect I'm a demon and throw holy water on me? What if I melt in front of all the wedding attendees?"
"Come on, knock it off." He paused. "Wait, will that actually happen?"
"No, silly."
"Oh. Then shut up."
