He stripped her of her evening gown, got rid of his tux, and that was before they made it to the bedroom. They made love and their coming together this time was different, more honest—at least it was for him. As dawn spread its fingers up and beyond the horizon he decided he should at last let her sleep. If they were getting married in a week, arrangements would need to be made. Heck, he’d have to see her practically every night. So he kissed her a final time, a long slow caress neither wanted to end, then he slipped away and drove home with the warm light of the sun rising behind him. He grabbed a few hours’ sleep, showered, then dabbled with the idea of speed-dialling her. Maybe she’d enjoy brunch somewhere nice by the water where they could discuss the arrangements for the coming event. He guessed she’d want to keep it low-key. Small. As Nate poured a strong black coffee from the pot he scolded himself. Of course it should be discreet. Still, his parents would be crushed if they weren’t invited.
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