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Henry's face was fixed on mine. "You are so beautiful," he mouthed as we listened to the priest.

I repeated my vows with the priest, and so did Henry. The crowd cheered in excitement as we kissed each other deeply in passion and gratitude. Walking over to Henry, I felt my fear slowly ebbing. Now that our lips were locked in perfect possession, my anxiety disappeared completely. The cheers continued as we held each other’s hands, facing the crowd as a lawfully-wedded couple.

The reception was held on the other side of the garden. The buffet was lavish, and a live band played songs that encouraged everyone to dance. The first dance was with my father, who held me like a delicate being. His eyes flashed with a light I had not seen in years. His smile spread to his ears. He looked like the proudest Dad in the world.

My next dance was with Henry, who gripped me by the waist as we slow danced to Perfect by Ed Sheeran.

“Hello, Mrs. Robinson,” Henry whispered into my ear.

“Hi, Mr. Robinson.” We both giggled quietly.

The dance floor was soon opened to everyone until evening. Henry and I tiredly retired to his car.

Perfect music was playing on his radio. We both shared a look that amplified our desire for each other.

We both knew that no other day would be as perfect as today was.

Chapter eleven

The Night After

Henry

Waking up as Amelia's husband was the best memory of my life. I woke up earlier this morning because I wanted to give her breakfast in bed. I had made a few pancakes and poached eggs, adding grapes, cheese, and steak onto a wide tray. My movement must have awakened Amelia. I kissed her on her forehead as she opened her eyes. I placed the tray across her lap, pinning her under it.

“I made you breakfast.” I helped her push her hair off her face. “Successfully, this time.”

We both laughed hard. I'd burned it beyond recognition the last time I had made a meal. I helped Amelia with the fork. She took the first bite and raised her head to tell me how great it tasted.

“Eat up,” I said, “we have a long trip to make.”

“Trip?”

“Yes,” I replied, “we are a new couple and should have a honeymoon vacation.”

“The hospital,” Amelia protested. “I haven’t taken a leave yet.”

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

Amelia raised her brows, understanding that I'd already told Troy about the trip. “Where is the trip?”

I turned to her before opening the door. “That's a surprise, my queen.”

Amelia laughed again, knowing how spontaneous I was; she kept making guesses, trying to get me to give her a clue as to where we'd be going for our honeymoon. A few hours later, we're packed and ready. Amelia wore her flowered vacation sundress topped off by an accompanying hat. She sat on the bed.

“Are you ready?” Amelia asked, but I pulled her in for a hug before we hopped into the car parked outside. Her tender touch appealed to my senses raising my desire to take her now.

I kissed her, a little possessively, pulling her by the waist as my breath washed over her. An urge of desire surged between us. Amelia moaned into my mouth as she slid her hand under my shirt, feeling every sculptured ab of my torso.

“Do you want this?”

"Yes." Amelia became breathless and maybe a bit restless. Tossing her clothes on the floor, it hit her that we were heading on another kind of trip with a deep, longing kiss.

“The trip,” Amelia voiced.

“It can wait a few more hours, can’t it?”

“Whatever you say.”

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