It isn't until later.
After I've given her three orgasms.
We're both staring at the ceiling, trying like fuck to catch our breaths, when she pants out a sentence that stops my fucking heart. "Is it too late to uncancel our wedding?"
My heart falters.
I had to decide in early June if I wanted to hold out hope and lose our deposits or go ahead and call it off.
It was a bleak time.
So I chose the latter.
I take a few deep, even breaths to calm my chaotic thoughts. "For our original plans? Yeah, I think so."
