SILK
Flowing white silk adorned her body but there was no train. Her second marriage but yet she felt she was walking down the aisle to something she was sure of. No mindwipes to alter her decisions and this time she took the journey between the small crowd of well wishers alone.
Later that night, alone in the honeymoon suite, Davis had his hand on Chloe's head, playing with her honey blonde satin curls, their bodies touching and under silk sheets.
"Your hair is pretty." Davis said.
Chloe laughed, rolled over on top of him and pulled the sheet over their heads.