‘I haven’t decided yet. I hadn’t much thought about any of this.’ Her words fall in a rush, her cheeks turning adorably pink.
‘Just give them to me. For safekeeping.’
‘You promise you won’t do something ridiculous? Like put them on your head.’ Laughter bursts free from my chest, causing her to frown. ‘You’re right. That is funny because they wouldn’t fit on your ginormous head.’
‘God, you’re adorable.’
‘And you’re horrible.’
I’m not sure about horrible, but I’m horribly turned on.
‘Give them to me. Please. I promise not to do anything silly.’ My fingers curl under hers as she yields, pressing the silky fabric to my palm. ‘Thank you.’
Her eyes widen as I bring that same hand to my nose, inhaling the delectable sweet musk of her, a scent to torment the senses.
‘You. ..’
As I dip forward, she holds up a hand as though I might kiss her. Instead, I bring my mouth to her ear.
‘I didn’t say I wouldn’t do anything shocking. And smell you is the least shocking of the things I’d like to do to you.’
As I move back, breath almost stutters from her mouth, her eyes watching as I push her underwear in the pocket of my pants. I’m saved from other admissions as the Master of Ceremonies announces the speeches are about to begin.
For what feels like the next ten years, we’re subjected to numerous orations where attendants are praised, tears are shed, and gifts are presented to the respective sets of new in-laws. And all the while, all I can think about is the woman sitting next to me. The fact that, if I slip my hand along the inside of her thigh, I know exactly what I would find.
Probably a slap, but that’s not what I’m talking about.
I wonder if she waxes. Not that it matters because I already know she’ll taste sweet. I wonder about her colouring.Soft reds and silky pinks are my guesses.I wonder about the noises she’ll make because she will make them for me.
‘I think I might need something stronger than this,’ I say as Heather watches me from over her coffee cup.
‘You looked very deep in thought. I was expecting a tear or two.’
‘Well, I have prayed for escape. And I’m seriously considering dropping my napkin to the floor. Do you think anyone would miss me?’ I pull at the floor-length table linens.
‘I don’t see...’
‘That’s the beauty of it. No one would see me if I hid under there.’
‘But you’d still be subjected to this.’ She tilts her head to the top table to whoever is speaking now.
‘But I’d have something else to concentrate on. I promise it would alleviate your boredom.’
‘I don’t think so.’ Her expression twists as she places the coffee cup down, popping the accompanying petit four into her mouth.
‘Babe, I guarantee you’d enjoy it.’
‘I meant I wouldn’t let you. Can I have that?’ Her cheeks are more red than pink as she points at the petit four lying on the saucer of my untouched coffee.
‘What’ll you give me in exchange?’
‘Come here.’ We each lean closer to the other when she raises her hand to my face, rubbing her thumb across my cheek.
‘What is it?’
‘Your wickedness is showing.’
‘You have no idea how wicked I can be. But you could find out.’
