Her outfit was supremely ravishing, gleaming, sparkling in the soft moonlight, out on the balcony of the hotel. She’d been beautiful the whole day and night, since she woke up this morning, though I hadn’t seen her until 3pm, standing at the other end of the aisle.

Her hair was uncharacteristically done up in a beautiful braid, but I prefer her like this, out of its ties and clips, and flowing like a river down her exposed back.

I loosen my tie and meet her out there, offering her the piece of cake she was too busy to eat. “Long day, huh.”

“Yeah, it was good though. Chaotic, but I had fun.”

“It was the ultimate chaos, was that your uncle who spilled his champagne all over Nancy?”

“Yeah, she just ran off crying thinking she’d been ‘tainted by the sinful drink’ or something.” She laughed and it was beautiful.

“This won’t be one to forget!”

“Gee, I hope not!” This time we laughed together.

“I guess this is the part where we… do the thing?”

“If I’m gonna be honest, I’m way too tired, it’s not like we haven’t done it before…”

“Oh, that’s a relief, same here.”

“Wow! I’m astonished!”

“What? You think women are the only ones who can be too tired?”

“Nah I’m just teasing, let’s go to bed.”