He shrugs his shoulders, walking to the little makeshift bar that they set up. I look around, and it is just the way I thought my wedding reception would be. I mean, when I thought about it, which wasn’t often, I wanted this, and I wanted him. He hands me a bottle of beer and sits down on one of the chairs. “Did you have fun?” He takes a long pull of his beer.

“I did,” I say, taking my own pull of my beer. “I remembered,” I say. “The kiss. I remember every single part of it.” He looks over at me. “I just wanted you to know.”

He smiles now. “Good to know. We’ll have a lot to compare it to.”

My stomach literally does the wave. “Is that so?” I take another pull.

“Yeah,” he says, and he looks at me as he finishes his beer. “Let’s go to bed.” He stretches his hand out, and I just watch him with I’m sure what is shock on my face or maybe even fear. “Not like that, Savannah. I mean, let’s go to sleep, so we can leave for the cabin early in the morning.”

I grab his hand, picking up my dress a bit and walking to the house. “What are we going to do for two days?”

“Sleep,” he says. “Talk.” Then he looks down. “There are things that I need to tell you.” My heart suddenly rushes fast. “Nothing to worry about. Just some things that should be said now that we are married.” I swallow.

“I like that idea,” I say, thinking it’s time to finally tell him how long I’ve been in love with him.

“Good,” he says. Turning off the lights, we make our way upstairs, and I don’t know if I should go to the spare bedroom or not. I mean, I know that he said he wants to sleep, but does he want to sleep in the same bed as me? This is stupid, I think to myself. We’ve slept in the same bed before, just not as husband and wife.

“I have all my stuff in the other room.” I point at the spare room with my thumb. “I’ll go change in there and meet you.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he says. The floor creaks under his steps as he walks toward me. “Do you need help getting out of your dress?” The way he looks at me, my hands get clammy and my knees almost wobble. “I can get the zipper for you.” When he stops in front of me, I can barely see his face with the lights off, and I want to see his eyes.