“Oh, trust me, he’s going on this honeymoon,” Salzy chirped up.“I don’t want him breathing down my neck.”
“If you need me to hog-tie him, I will,” Walter said, walking up behind Mike.
“And I’ll help,” Florence added, snapping her gum, much to Jamie’s annoyance.
“I see there is no love,” Jamie said.“I’m hurt.”
“Honey, if there is anyone inneedof a vacation, it’s you,” Joesph said, a flute of champagne in both hands.
Jamie arched one eyebrow, looking between the two glasses and Joesph’s face.Then he saw Hasha walk up, and Joesph gave him one of the flutes.When Jamie looked back at Joesph’s face, he had that “I know what you’re thinking and you are so, so wrong” look on his face.
Mike had to literally drag Jamie out of the kitchen, letting the younger staff deal with cleaning up.“But I need to make—”
“No, you don’t,” Mike said as he pulled Jamie up the steps to the apartment.
Jamie fell onto the bed, letting the towel that had been wrapped around his waist fall to the floor.“I am so tired.”
Mike leaned over and kissed his new husband.“You can sleep on the plane tomorrow.”
Jamie eyed Mike next to him.“I can sleep nowandon the plane tomorrow.”
“You want to sleep on our wedding night?”
“Yes, I want to sleep on our wedding night.”Jamie smirked.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Mike said, rolling on top of him.“I’m not going without on my wedding night.”Mike started kissing Jamie along his neck, working his way up to his mouth.“I think,” a kiss, a lick, “I can,” lick, kiss, “convince you.”
Jamie groaned.“You do make a convincing argument.”
Mike kissed Jamie deeply and chuckled.“You’re never this easy,” Mike muttered, their lips still joined.
“Shut up,” Jamie said as he wrapped his arms around Mike.
* * * * *
Mike flopped onto hisback, breathing heavily.“That,” he wiped his head with the back of his hand, “never gets old.”He turned to look at Jamie, whose eyes were closed.
“I agree.”Jamie opened one eye.“I need another shower, and my towel is wet and on the floor.”
Mike rolled out of bed, got the towel, and cleaned Jamie up.“There, that will have to do until in the morning.”
“Thank you.”He watched Mike walk around the bed, admiring the muscled man, who was now his husband.Jamie waited until Mike got into bed and then snuggled up to him.
“Happy?”Mike asked softly.
“Very,” Jamie muttered into Mike’s chest.
“This time tomorrow, we’ll be in Paris.”
“I know.”Jamie looked up into Mike’s eyes.“I can’t wait.”
