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proper of you, Mr. Wales.”
    He gives me a quick kiss. “I want to carry you in my arms as we enter into our home for the first time as husband and wife. After that, what I have planned for us is anything but proper.”
    I smile and giggle in anticipation. Maybe we don’t have to leave our bubble quite yet after all.

After making love upon arriving into our home, we ended up taking a small nap. When we awake, it’s midafternoon. With the time change, my body still feels completely out of whack.
    Coming out of the bathroom fresh from our shower, I ask, “So, since you’re not going to let me nap, what would you like to do with the rest of the day?”
    He combs his fingers through his short black hair a few times, and when he turns his gaze on me, I give him my best pouty face. When he looks at me like that, I always wish we were naked and under our sheets.
    “You’ll never adjust back to our time zone if we nap any longer.” He strolls up to me and puts his hands on my hips. “What would you say to going to your old place and picking out everything you want to have moved here? I could have movers there as early as tomorrow.”
    I can tell he’s warring internally over something. His features are trying to be relaxed, but his jaw is taut.
    Is he serious about doing that today?
    The way he keeps a level face tells me he’s absolutely serious.
    “You know I live here now even though I still have stuff at my old place? That happened the moment I said, I do .”
    His features are unwavering as he presses on, “I understand that, but I’d like it to be completely official.”
    I push my lips together and try to suppress my laughter. “If it means that much to you, then sure.”
    He responds, “It does, Alli. I want you here completely.”
    His humorless tone surprises me.
    Rising up on my tiptoes, I give him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Then, let’s go. I want to be here completely, too.”
    The look of relief passing over his features is immeasurable.
    “Thank you. Let’s take the truck in case there’s anything you don’t want the movers to move.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me toward the garage.

    A security car follows us, allowing us more alone time together in the truck. Remembering my first trip in this truck, I blush slightly. We were on our way back from the Hitchin’ Post Bar. That was the first night Damien made love to me.
    “What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks.
    Running my hand along the console, I respond, “Just my first experience in here when you gave me my second orgasm.”
    The first one happened in my hotel room in Miami where we’d met. That was the beginning journey of my happily ever after.
    He looks over at me and gives me a smirk. “Now, that is a good memory. I’ll never be able to get rid of this truck for that reason.”
    “It’s one of many good memories we have.” Images inside this truck of him pulling down my dress, me ripping open his shirt, and his hands moving up my thighs penetrate my thoughts from that night.
    Needing a subject change since security is following us, I ask, “Are we still going to North Carolina at the end of the week?”
    I wish we never had to leave this little bubble we’ve created over these past few weeks. The reality of life will be beckoning us tomorrow. One of the many gifts Damien gave me during our honeymoon was his undivided attention. At times, I found him awake and working at the wee hours of the morning. I continually told him he could work during the day, but spending uninterrupted time together was something he insisted on. So, I took his gift and cherished it.
    He checks his phone. “Yes, we need to attend the team function. Why don’t you invite Sam to go with us this weekend? That way, you can try out your newfound sports lingo.” He’s smiling that devilish grin.
    “You just want to be declared the winner of the bet, but I’ll check with her. It’ll be nice to see her in person and