Page 110 of Oblivion

Before I get a chance to speak, we’re surrounded by our family and a sea of well wishes and congratulations. Even my parents seem genuine when they hug both me and Evan and wish us a lifetime of happiness together.

The afternoon is perfect. We sip champagne and eat amazing food, then we cut the gorgeous cake we picked, and I smoosh a piece into Evan’s face while he laughs. I’m not even mad when he drags me to him and kisses the cake all over my lips.

Once everyone has eaten and the sun has completely dipped below the horizon, we turn up the music and dance and drink until everyone is tipsy enough that they’re ready to go home. Soon, we’re the only ones left, and despite all the champagne I’ve drunk, I feel clear-headed and awake.

“Hello, Mrs. Morris,” Evan says, closing the distance between us like a predator hunting down its prey.

“Hello, Mr. Morris.” I laugh, letting him reel me in before he’s even close enough to touch me.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice low and rough.

Inhaling, I sigh happily. “Yes, I am. What are you going to do with me?”

“I’m going to take you to bed, strip you out of this dress, then eat you until you’re so desperate to come, you think you’ll die without it. Then I’m going to fuck you until you black out.”

I can’t help it. I giggle. It’s a happy girl giggle that ruins the moment, but I can’t help it. Because I’m happy. So incredibly happy.

Scooping me into his arms, Evan carries me upstairs and does exactly what he threatened he would, but instead of blacking out, I scream so loudly I go hoarse. In the weeks since he claimed me, Evan has fucked me in a hundred different ways, but at some point during the night, he stops fucking me and starts loving me.

He climbs between my thighs, curls my legs around his waist, and plunges into me over and over while he devours my lips with his. It’s the calmest sex we’ve ever had, but somehow the most intimate too. Him being inside of me, his limbs entwined withmine while he kisses me like he’d be happy to share my oxygen for the rest of eternity, is a heady feeling.

We spend the day after our wedding in bed in a sweaty hedonistic haze that I wish I never had to emerge from. Being with Evan is addictive, and it makes me understand how easy it could be to allow myself to become utterly consumed by him.

As much as we wish we could stay hidden in our house forever, we have to go to class on Monday morning. The world continues to spin, even if we want to stand still and lose ourselves to each other instead.

“Don’t forget we have that doctor’s appointment after class this afternoon,” Evan reminds me as he kisses me goodbye outside my classroom.

“A doctor’s appointment? I question.

“The physical, so we can add you to my health insurance.”

“I already have health insurance, you know,” I remind him.

“I know, but mine is better, wife.”

I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s called me wife or Mrs. Morris since we got married, but every time he does, I can’t help but smile, no matter how often he says it. I’ve wanted to belong, to be his for so long, and now I am, and it’s crazy and fast and intense, but it’s perfect.

“Where is this doctor’s office?” I ask as Evan drives his car through the college gates and onto the street.

“It’s near my parents’ place in Greenacres. Our usual family doctor, Dr. Harris, is out of town at the moment, so his colleague, Dr. Singh, will be seeing us.”

“And what exactly are they going to do?”

“It’s just a routine physical. They’ll check you over, listen to your heart, and take some bloods. We’ll be in and out in thirty minutes,” he promises, reaching over and taking my hand in his.

“Fine. Did you want to drop by and visit your dad and Cassidy while we’re passing by?” I ask.

“No, not today. I know you have homework to finish, and I don’t want you to fall behind.”

Sighing softly, I squeeze his hand. “Taking the extra classes is harder than I thought,” I confess.

“I know. If it gets too much, then you can reassess,” he assures me.

When we pull up to the doctor’s office, the place is fancier than I was expecting. Although I guess I should have known that the kind of doctors Evan and his family are used to wouldn’t have an office in a strip mall.

The office is housed inside an impressive red brick building with a polished brass nameplate fixed to the heavy wooden entrance doors. As soon as we step inside, we’re greeted by a neat-looking nurse wearing an old-fashioned nurse’s dress and stockings. The whole place has an air of money and exclusivity.

Instead of sending us to a waiting room, the nurse leads us straight back to a wood-paneled treatment room. Handing me a soft cotton gown, she motions to the changing screen and tells me to get changed into the gown. “Dr. Singh will be with you in just a moment,” she says.

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