Her panty announcement wasn’t unexpected. After all, he’d told Luna quite specifically not to pack any when she brought her some clothes. But now, watching Meena bounce, so much of her legs exposed, he wished he’d made her wear them. That skirt was awfully short. Too short. Too accessible. And the bed was getting farther away. Exactly why had they left the room? Oh yeah, food. If they had any hope of surviving the night, they should eat. He didn’t want her lacking for energy later. Not that he planned any debauchery. Why not? Because tonight wasn’t about them sneaking off and stealing kisses among other things. This evening’s celebration was a precursor to a couple’s new life. A party with friends and family before the seriousness on the morrow. A wedding. Blech.
