I think about that kiss at the chapel, and how I want more.And yet, I’m nervous.
“What do you want to do?”Théo asks in a husky voice.“Celebrate?”
“Absolutely!”I jump on this suggestion.“It’s only one-thirty in the morning.Early by Vegas standards.”
“Are you hungry?I’m hungry.”
“Yeah.”
The Strip is still glittering and flashing, still lots people walking, cars swishing up and down Las Vegas Boulevard.
He takes my hand.“Let’s wander a bit.”
“Wait.I want to change my shoes.”I sit on the stone wall and pull my Chucks out of my backpack.
Théo grins.
We stop at a place that has tables and chairs outside on a patio, and he buys us burgers and fries.
“Thank you,” I say, picking up a French fry.“If only they had chocolate sauce.”
“Say what now?”
I laugh.“I love chocolate sauce on my fries.”
He tilts his head and gives me a narrow-eyed look.“You can’t be serious.”
“Sure.Why not?It’s good.Salty and sweet.You must have some kind of weird food combo you like.”
“Uh ...okay, but you can’t tell anyone else.”He leans closer.
I mime zipping my lips shut.
“I put salt and pepper on apples.”
My eyes pop wide.“No way!”
“Hey.I accepted your weird food fetish.”
“It’s not a fetish,” I object, picking up another fry.“A fetish is a sexual desire.Although I’ll admit chocolate on fries is nearly orgasmic.”I eat my fry, then ask, “Do you have food fetishes?”
“No.Not food.”
“Oh ...what then?”I too lean forward.
“I don’t think we know each other well enough to share our sexual fetishes.”
“We’re married!”
“Hmm.True.Okay, I’ll share mine.I love long hair.”
I smile and fluff my hair.“Oh really?”
He eyes my hair with such a heated look I feel it down between my legs again.“Yeah.”
After we finish eating, we stroll along the Strip.As we walk, we approach a couple of women dressed in what I guess are supposed to be cop uniforms, although the short shorts and tight jackets over silver-sequin bras are probably not regulation.
“Hey, guys!You wanna get spanked?”One woman holds up a crop, the other a pair of cuffs.