Yeah. Sneaking out early definitely appealed. He got the feeling her parents wouldn’t approve, but he didn’t really care about that anymore.

17

There was an official brunch the morning after the wedding, thrown by Mark’s parents. The buffet style suited Jake perfectly, although Sharon’s parents both muttered about it, as did most of her aunts and uncles. The majority of the younger generation didn’t seem bothered. He noticed Rina was one of those sniffing haughtily at having to fill up her own plate. Jake made a wide berth around the dessert table to avoid her, keeping his gaze averted.

Sometimes discretion was a better strategy than valor.

Sharon had managed to snag one of the few two-person tables in the dining room and she smiled almost dreamily at him as he sat down. He found himself grinning back in a similar manner. Last night they’d ended up taking their wedding cake to go, both of them giggling like naughty children as they’d snuck out.

Then they’d gone up to their room and gotten creative with the icing. The cake was fucking delicious, but not nearly as fun as licking buttercream off of Sharon’s nipples. And definitely not as fun as when she’d slathered his cock from root to tip with it and gone to town.

It had been a much better night than the one before.

Actually, he was kind of feeling reluctant to go home. Not because he wanted to stay here, but because at home everything between them was so much less settled. Here, he was Sharon’s date. They were together, expected to be together, and he felt pretty confident about his place by her side.

At home…

Sitting down across from her, he realized he wanted to keep this up. The sleepovers. The breakfasts. The sex, of course. But also the conversations, the jokes, and keeping each other company.

He wanted to date her.

No, not just date. Jake needed to be totally honest with himself. He wanted to be in a relationship with her.

Even after this weekend, after meeting her crazy family, after their big fight, he could see himself having a future with her, which was more than a little mind-blowing. But what would she think?

Still smiling, her eyes slightly unfocused, she lifted another forkful of French toast with strawberries to her mouth, looking as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Her dark hair was piled in a messy bun and she was wearing a simple sweater with her jeans. The outfit had received a dark look from her mother when they’d entered the dining room, but so far neither of her parents had come over to talk to her about it. Maybe because Melinda had come in with Mark, wearing something similar.