Wedding Day

It takes me a moment to gather myself. My blood is rushing through me and I squeeze my legs tight before moving and dressing.

I only put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and then wander through the house, my footsteps quiet against the hardwood floors.

The heat of the moment and of Vance’s touch have vanished and all that’s left is a terrible embarrassment. The last thing I want to do right now