Her affirmation sounds surprisingly vulnerable, and I wrap my arms around her gently. “But we’re not caught up in all of that relationship stuff anyway,” I say. “We do what works for us.”
“We do,” she says softly. “It takes all the pressure off. Tonight felt weird, though, didn’t it? For a moment up at the altar, it almost felt like we were…”
Married for real.
We both go still, and an awkward deadly silence hits the truck.
I finish undoing Macey’s dress quietly and help her slide it off her shoulders.
When she turns back around, her creamy breasts shine beneath the light of the moon. Her red raindrop tattoo that matches mine is outlined on her left breast.
“Macey…”
“Shh.” She raises her eyes to meet mine. Hers have a determined gleam to them. “Let’s do what we promised. Let’s enjoy tonight. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” I dip my head and take one of her pale pink nipples into my mouth.
