Wild Wedding Night
My husband shares me on our wedding night.
The hotel suite door clicks shut behind us, and my heart thumps as Tom and I step into our wedding night. My white dress hugs my body, the lace bodice tight against my olive skin, the long skirt trailing from the vows we exchanged hours ago. My jet-black hair flows past my shoulders, my veil still pinned in place. Tom, my white husband, stands beside me in his rumpled tuxedo, his hands fidgeting, his eyes shadowed with a...