Dear Sweet Love, I Know Something You Don't...

Wedding Night

Me and Peter dance and talk and drink (non-alcoholic for me) all night.

When the last guest has left, me and Peter escape to a fancy hotel in the middle of town.

"I think I need a shower." I yawn.

"You go do that. I'll be there in a second."

I strip down, and get in the shower, the hot water and steam relaxing my muscles. I put my hands on my belly, and stand against the wall.

The shower door opens, and Peter strolls in, pulling me into him.

I rest my forehead on his chest, and we both just stand in the hot water.

I reach for my coconut shampoo, and rub it into my hair. Peter breathes in the scent. "I love that smell," he groans.

I dab a little oil on his nose. He looks like a rabbit as he twitches it, trying to smell the coconuts.

I laugh, and put my hands in his hair. It's so soft, as usual.

He lifts me up, and I hook my legs around his waist. We kiss each other, and this time, I don't make him hold back.