Another round of clinking glasses at the end of the night had his lips on mine again. Only this time, when he pulled away, he hefted me in his arms. I yelped, holding on tight around his neck.
“It’s time to go, wife,” he whispered.
He made his way to the exit, nodding his farewell to everyone we passed.
“Nico. This is rude, and oh my god, what are they going to think?”
“That I’m taking my brand-new bride to our suite, so I can tear you out of this dress and fuck you as your husband.”
His words shot straight to my core, and I squirmed in his arms. His deep laugh rumbled like a promise of dirty things to come.
But I’d made a promise of my own to not sleep with him. I just hoped I could hold on to it.
All of a sudden, five years looked like an eternity.
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