where we got married, and he’ll probably want sex. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with him—come on, this is Beckett Langfield. The man is like porn in a suit with a god complex. The sex will be incredible. But I’m not porn in a suit; I’m more like cheesecake—and not a delicate slice. I’m the round kind with lots of filling. God, why do I always compare myself to food? Although, cheesecake does sound delicious.
