I looked at my new husband. We stared at each other with adoring looks in our eyes. Zacks look slowly turned from one of adoration to passion, and from passion to hunger. He grabbed me around the waist. I looked back at the drunk, stumbling messes, trying to get home from our wedding and nodded, giving him the ok to carry me home. He scooped me up bridal style and we walked back to the apartment. He dropped me on the bed and we both pulled our clothes off.
