I haven’t seen him in six years . today we’re married.

When my most effective friend asked me to serve mainly because her Man of Honor, of course I said yes. A vacation to Vegas for the week before her wedding ceremony and then to the Florida Keys for the nuptials was an added reward. The icing around the cake was her sibling, Colt.

I actually didn’t expect anything to happen. He’s almost ten years older, aloof, mystical, and devastatingly good looking. On a regular basis I spent fantasizing about his powerful muscles, piercing eyes, hungry about Mister Bridesmaid mouth area, and grasping hands keep me tongue-tied and stammering each time I find him. I cannot hold a discussion with him without picturing my hands operating down his taut tummy to that perfect muscular V to grab at his belt buckle.

Then one night the music was pulsing, the beat was pounding, and the following point I understand I’m in bed with my dream crush for any wild night of consequence-free pleasure . . . Almost. There’s that little issue of a drunken wedding ceremony at an all-night wedding chapel just from the Remove and what goes on after we state ‘I do’ . . .

Contains mature themes.