Till Summer Do Us Part

by Meghan Quinn

“That’s very astute for a twenty-seven-year-old.” “Just because the number is young doesn’t mean the brain is young. Uh…wait…” “Nice try.” She chuckles.

“Yeah, I kind of forgot we were tied together when I was celebrating,” I say, guilt still consuming me. “I could see that,” Sanders says as he pulls out and starts driving toward the cabins. “Something we tend to forget when married, that we’re tied together in all aspects. What one partner might do affects the other. Whether good or bad. One move tugs on the other and vice versa. That’s why when we’re making our way through life, we need to be aware that our every move is tied to our loved one. We need to be conscious of that.”

Huh. I mean, what a great analogy. “It’s a good lesson to learn, especially when you’re in a situation like the one you’re both in,” Sanders continues. “When we get caught up in ourselves and become complacent with our everyday life, we tend to forget how our choices can affect our partner.”

start pulling my clothes out when I hear her yelp. “What’s wrong?” “Wilder, come here.” Curious, I set my clothes down and head over to the bathroom, where Scottie is standing, staring straight ahead. I follow her line of sight, straight to the steam shower, where a large dildo is stuck to the wall. “Dear God,” I whisper. “Whatever you do, don’t drop the soap, Scottie. For the love of God, don’t drop the soap.”

“Yeah, well, that ‘joke’ seems to have tarnished your opinion about yourself, and that’s unacceptable.” He tips my chin up with his thumb. “You hear me? Unacceptable. Do not take other people’s flawed opinions about you and turn them into your own. There is nothing wrong with your legs. Personally, I think they’re hot. The moment I saw you in that skirt standing outside Anthropologie, I thought to myself, she has hot legs. Nothing weird about them.”