He rested his head on my shoulder, linking our arms and pulling me along. It was clearly a romantic gesture, and I would have dipped him and kissed him hot and sloppy like that famous photo from V-J Day, but he was wearing the damn veil and I didn’t want to slobber all over it. Except, I did. I did want to slobber all over it. I wanted Thor, wearing nothing but the veil, splayed out naked on our bed. I took a deep breath, trying to will my body to calm down, and for my brain to stop coming up with all those unhelpful images.
