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While she’s doing that, I grab our phones. We haven’t eaten lunch, and I’m thinking of ordering delivery. I open up my phone and there’s a new notification:
@everyone: That’s a wrap! Congratulations on all of your points. Thank you for participating in the first annual SHiNY Season. We hope you had a blast. See you on the 27th!
I show Brin the message when she gets back to bed.
“We didn’t get either the sufganiyot or the mandala points,” she pouts.
I lean over to kiss her. “We got something better.”
Brin laughs. “True. I guess we’ll know in a few days whether we won or not.”
Our scavenger hunt is over, and I don’t think I care anymore about winning. Because maybe I already won, when I have Brin naked in my arms.
22
Brin
Premarital sex is amazing.
I’m sure married sex is amazing too—maybe? How would I know?—but I wake up feeling really good.
Marco’s not in bed with me, but when I get dressed and shuffle out of our bedroom to pee, I find him on the couch with his laptop. He tells me good morning and I blink back at him and say hello in my gritty morning voice.
When I come out of the bathroom Marco’s waiting for me, a little shyness in his gaze that I’m not used to seeing. It’s endearing.
“How do you feel?” he asks. “Sore?”
I wind my arms around his neck and, morning breath and all, kiss him. He smiles against my lips and relaxes. When we pull apart, he asks, “Would you like breakfast in bed?”
“Ooooo, yes please.”
I get back into his bed, snuggling under the blankets. A few minutes later, Marco comes in with peanut-buttered toast and coffee. I sit up, propping myself up with a giant pile of pillows, and Marco sits next to me while I eat.
“Do you have plans today?” I ask between bites.
Marco shakes his head. “I’m hoping just you.”
I laugh. “Well, I do have to work, so I only have a few hours.”
“Plenty of time for a short sexfest.”
“Is that the official term?”
“Totally.”
“How many hours is a long sexfest?” I muse.
“Well, a sexfest implies multiple orgasms by all parties, and if we have a few hours for a short sexfest then a long sexfest has to be like . . . six hours?”
I nearly choke on my toast. “Oh my god. Have you ever had a long sexfest?”
He just grins.
“Okay, well maybe we should save our energy today and have a long sexfest tomorrow, since I’m not working on Christmas Eve.”
Marco’s smile drops. “Actually, I’m going to go visit my brother’s grave tomorrow.”
“Oh my god.” I sit up. “I didn’t know. I’m so glad you go out to visit him. Do you want me to go with you? Oh wait, I have to babysit tomorrow. That puts a damper on our long sexfest too. When will you go to the cemetery?”
