Not Really Mine

"What are you getting at son?" His father watched both of us warily.

"She's not really My-" the word was about to slip out of his mouth. I wouldn't let it, the conscience in the back of my head wouldn't allow it. I acted on my instinct and gut.

I grabbed him by his well tailored shirt and landed our first kiss. He stood there frozen and as did I. A couple of seconds passed u til I felt him melt into the kiss. I was still shocked by my sudden action, but I soon followed behind. Once we parted I turned to his awaiting father.

"I'm not his girlfriend anymore, I'm his wife." I smiled