Page 52 of In the Light of Day

Mila:

hahaha nice *sighs and thinks of memories

Me:

You guys would tell me if this was some sort of fever dream, right?

Charlie:

Nova, you're married to the man of your dreams who would burn the world down to love you. Just let him already.

Me:

Have you been with Dimi? You only talk ‘mafia’ when you've

seen him.

Charlie:

He may or may not be visiting this weekend.

Mila:

STOP TALKING ABOUT DIMI! HOW WAS THE HONEYMOON? *wink, wink aka how was the sex Nova, ffs I will beg if I need to.

Charlie:

Mila, your desperation is showing.

Mila:

Hormones

Me:

It was perfect. Ace is at the store, do you guys want to come over?

Charlie:

I'll be there soon!

Mila:

I just have to give Henry to Dante and then I'm leaving. I WANT EVERY JUICY DETAIL.

Me:

Are you pregnant? Hormones ???? Also, WHY ARE WE YELLING and I'll see you both soon. I'm just going to have a shower so let yourself in if I don't answer the door.

Ace left not too long ago. He had several errands that he needed to sort out so I don't anticipate him being back for a while. It was the perfect opportunity to have the girls over for a debrief where Ace wouldn't interrupt us. The man has an unnatural ability to overhear girl chat and question me on it later, so I’d rather not have to explain to him what that subtle burning feels like when he slides in for the first time until my body adjusts to his size. That I give a little sigh every time I feel my pussy stretch to fit him. How do you even start to explain that feeling when I know that both Charlie and Mila will be nodding along knowing exactly what I'm talking about.

Leaving my place in the sun at the kitchen bench, my coffee long since cold as I got stuck in another doom scroll spiral, I head upstairs and strip our bedding. The debauchery that these sheets have seen in the past 24 hours would compel an entire convent to get on their knees and pray for me. After I have a load of washing on, I quickly shower and throw on one of Ace's flannel shirts, overtop of a sports bra and some leggings. The chill in the air signalling the end of summer. Towel drying my hair, I hear the rattle of the door from someone knocking and I head downstairs ready to face my honeymoon interrogation squad.

“All right, all right, I promise to tell you everything about his cock,” I say not overly paying attention, laughing as I open the door ... confused when I find myself staring at a pair of worn men's sneakers. “You’re not —”

Scanning the body of the stout man standing at my door.

Thad?

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