“Do you think they’ll be mad once they see we left without saying anything?” Joe asked as we stood at the door of our room.

“Maybe, but I’m sure that they’ll understand,” I smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “After all, this is our first night as husband and wife.”

We both knew what it implied, I was just happy that the time had finally come…

I want to wear an elegant white dress and Mark in an all-black suit, surrounded by many flowers. 

I want to be swept off my feet by him, carried back to our room for a night of heated passion, our first night as a married couple. Everyone will know what we’ll be doing that night, and for some reason, it makes my core throb with need…