The room changed; it was the same room, but she was elsewhere in it, her back pressed to the mattress, Merritt’s hair against her cheek, the sensation of his mouth on her neck, and— And— Hulda dropped the cups. Two of the three shattered against the floorboards. “Hulda!” Merritt leapt from the bed and rushed to her. “Are you all right?” She blinked, but the vision was plastered behind her eyelids. She was most definitely unrobed, and so was he, and his hand was on her— Dear Lord, what had she just seen? But that was a stupid question. She knew exactly what she had seen!
Lol awkard . Did she glimpse their wedding night?
