“Did you plan our wedding while you were cooped up in the hospital? What about our wedding night? I’d love to hear about that.” I glance down at his crotch with a smirk. Secretly getting off on seeing the bulge there. “Bet you would.” His pinky finger wraps around mine tenderly before he moves his hand to the small of my back, guiding me safely across the road and making my chest flutter. He’s joking. But I did imagine a wedding night with him. A long time ago.
