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."