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chance. A stern-looking female guard with close-cropped hair stepped in front of us.
“Get in the back of the line,” she ordered brusquely. “I don’t have time for people who cut today.”
I giggled again. It sounded absurdly loud, but to my pleasure, Max joined in. By the time we were at the back of the line, I realized we were probably going to be there for a while.
An hour later, the same woman, looking even more irritable, was pulling us into a small, windowless room. No matter how nice the Marquette City Hall looked from the outside, the inside looked like a Soviet-era bunker. Everything was painted cinder block and utilitarian wood furniture.
A large judge in black robes stood up. He smiled at me. “That’s a nice looking couple,” he said to the guard. She rolled her eyes and left.
“Thanks,” Max said to the judge. He reached into his pocket and handed over a slip of paper. “This is our license.”
I frowned. I didn’t know how he’d managed to get that taken care of without me, but I wasn’t going to ask any questions now.
“Good,” the judge replied. He looked from Max to me and back again. “Y’all ready to do this?”
“Ready as ever,” I said under my breath. The judge had us move to the center of the room and hold hands. When I touched Max’s skin, sparks jumped between us. I looked into his eyes, which were wide with surprise, and found myself blushing. The skin of his hands was rough but calming to the touch, and I realized that finally, I was starting to relax.
I wished I could have remembered anything the judge said. He kept telling us not to let anything come between us, and then finally he asked Max if Max had the rings. Max nodded and handed over two yellow gold bands.
I raised my eyebrows, but I knew I couldn’t ask. What the hell was Max Adams doing with a couple of wedding bands? We’d just decided on this yesterday. Had he gone out somehow and bought them? Were they heirlooms?
I didn’t have time to think about it anymore; Max was slipping the ring onto my left hand. It fit perfectly, and I looked down, staring at the band of gold.
“Wow,” I said softly.
“It’s a big deal, honey,” the judge said with a grin, misinterpreting my shock. “Congratulations, y’all.”
“Thanks,” Max and I echoed. The guard came to show us out.
“We’re married,” I said softly as soon as we’d left City Hall. We were standing on the grand front steps. The line had disappeared; marriage court hours were almost over for the day. “I can’t believe it.”
Max grinned at me. “So, what do you wanna do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s just go home,” Max said. “Come on.”
In the car back to his house, the atmosphere was different between us. It felt changed somehow, like getting married had somehow put another spark there. Or maybe it’s not that , I thought. Maybe you’re just not nervous anymore, and you’re actually able to enjoy his company .
I shook my head. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but I was determined not to keep any preconceived notions in my head. If this was married life, I knew that I had to try to adjust. My life was going to be completely different than it had been before, and it wasn’t going to return to normal. No matter what I did, this was how things were now.
“How are you feeling?” Max reached across the seat and slid his hand between my thighs. It sent an unexpected shock of pleasure through my body and I fought a blush.
“I’m fine,” I said. My voice sounded strange and husky. When I swallowed, I realized that I could feel myself getting wet between the legs. All of the feelings from the day before suddenly came rushing back to me in an instant: the lust, the passion, the desire for Max to grab me and make me his . I shuddered.
“You okay?” Max raised his eyebrows. “You’re squirming a little.”
I
“Get in the back of the line,” she ordered brusquely. “I don’t have time for people who cut today.”
I giggled again. It sounded absurdly loud, but to my pleasure, Max joined in. By the time we were at the back of the line, I realized we were probably going to be there for a while.
An hour later, the same woman, looking even more irritable, was pulling us into a small, windowless room. No matter how nice the Marquette City Hall looked from the outside, the inside looked like a Soviet-era bunker. Everything was painted cinder block and utilitarian wood furniture.
A large judge in black robes stood up. He smiled at me. “That’s a nice looking couple,” he said to the guard. She rolled her eyes and left.
“Thanks,” Max said to the judge. He reached into his pocket and handed over a slip of paper. “This is our license.”
I frowned. I didn’t know how he’d managed to get that taken care of without me, but I wasn’t going to ask any questions now.
“Good,” the judge replied. He looked from Max to me and back again. “Y’all ready to do this?”
“Ready as ever,” I said under my breath. The judge had us move to the center of the room and hold hands. When I touched Max’s skin, sparks jumped between us. I looked into his eyes, which were wide with surprise, and found myself blushing. The skin of his hands was rough but calming to the touch, and I realized that finally, I was starting to relax.
I wished I could have remembered anything the judge said. He kept telling us not to let anything come between us, and then finally he asked Max if Max had the rings. Max nodded and handed over two yellow gold bands.
I raised my eyebrows, but I knew I couldn’t ask. What the hell was Max Adams doing with a couple of wedding bands? We’d just decided on this yesterday. Had he gone out somehow and bought them? Were they heirlooms?
I didn’t have time to think about it anymore; Max was slipping the ring onto my left hand. It fit perfectly, and I looked down, staring at the band of gold.
“Wow,” I said softly.
“It’s a big deal, honey,” the judge said with a grin, misinterpreting my shock. “Congratulations, y’all.”
“Thanks,” Max and I echoed. The guard came to show us out.
“We’re married,” I said softly as soon as we’d left City Hall. We were standing on the grand front steps. The line had disappeared; marriage court hours were almost over for the day. “I can’t believe it.”
Max grinned at me. “So, what do you wanna do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s just go home,” Max said. “Come on.”
In the car back to his house, the atmosphere was different between us. It felt changed somehow, like getting married had somehow put another spark there. Or maybe it’s not that , I thought. Maybe you’re just not nervous anymore, and you’re actually able to enjoy his company .
I shook my head. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but I was determined not to keep any preconceived notions in my head. If this was married life, I knew that I had to try to adjust. My life was going to be completely different than it had been before, and it wasn’t going to return to normal. No matter what I did, this was how things were now.
“How are you feeling?” Max reached across the seat and slid his hand between my thighs. It sent an unexpected shock of pleasure through my body and I fought a blush.
“I’m fine,” I said. My voice sounded strange and husky. When I swallowed, I realized that I could feel myself getting wet between the legs. All of the feelings from the day before suddenly came rushing back to me in an instant: the lust, the passion, the desire for Max to grab me and make me his . I shuddered.
“You okay?” Max raised his eyebrows. “You’re squirming a little.”
I
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