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bearing the brunt of the storm.
    “You got wet¸” I say as I run my hands through his hair.
    “Small price to get you out of there.” He kisses me again.
    I unbutton his shorts and lower his zipper. He drops them to the floor and his giant hard-on falls out as he does. Noble offers me his hand. It reminds me of my date nights at Rutgers when I could steal him for a dance. I place my hand in his and he pulls me toward him, his dick resting on my stomach, and we dance. Noble sings in my ear and we rock back and forth, my hand flat on his chest, his covering mine. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, breathing in the air that surrounds my husband and me on our first dance.
    “I think you are making me sentimental,” I say.
    “I think you’ve always been sentimental. You’ve just been missing something of value,” Noble says, and I am again struck by the way he sees things. Life is beautiful to Noble Sinclair, and I am beautiful. Lightning strikes and I freeze in his arms, waiting for the thunder. It roars and BJ’s snoring pauses, but he rolls over and goes back to sleep on our bed.
    “Do you think if we’d hired a videographer for the wedding that they would have filmed this?” Noble gives me a peck as he pulls away and takes his phone out of his shorts pocket. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. I rest my head on his shoulder as we both smile at the camera he’s holding above us. Noble turns the camera for us to view the photo, my face next to his, resting on his naked shoulder.
    “It will be my favorite wedding picture,” Noble says, and kisses me again.
    His lips part mine and his tongue finishes our dance as I practically climb up his beautiful body. I curl one leg around him and hang off his neck until he lifts me up and I can wrap the second behind him as well. Noble holds me as he kisses me, my heart beating against his chest. I pull back, our chests still touching.
    “Can you feel my heart beating?” I ask.
    “Always,” he says, and sits on the chair in the corner of the room with me straddling him. “Always, Charlotte Sinclair.”
    *  *  *
    I open my eyes to the sound of BJ snoring and the rain hitting the street. How can it still be raining? How can BJ still be snoring? I guess the wedding was a big day for him. My dog can’t party.
    I roll out from under Noble’s grasp and tiptoe out of the room. In the kitchen, I find a tray and plates. I search for items not affected by the lack of electricity. I place four different bagels and two bananas on the tray. I add glasses and a pitcher of water. Anything else in the house I’m unsure of. I pull a few flowers from my bouquet and place them in a juice glass with some water and carry the whole thing upstairs. Noble’s still asleep. I place the tray on the table next to my side of the bed and climb in next to him. I lie still, trying to comprehend that my lovely Noble is now my husband.
    When he rolls over and his eyes flit, I kiss him. I can’t wait any longer for him to be with me. “Morning, Hubby,” I say.
    “Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair.” Noble rolls toward me. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says, and I’m confused.
    “Where else would I be?”
    “I had a dream two nights ago that you left me at the altar.” Noble’s face is grim, as if I would ever leave him. Ever leave him at the altar.
    “That’s terrible. I would never do that to you.”
    “I know. You’re too loyal. I don’t think you could live with yourself if you hurt me like that.”
    I hug Noble tight, hoping to rid us of this conversation. I don’t want to consider what injury I’m capable of living with.
    “Too honest, too.”
    “Actually, I need to tell you something.”
    Noble leans up and grabs a bagel from the tray. “What do you need to tell me?” he jibes. “There’s nothing you can say that’s going to get you out of this.”
    I chew on my bottom lip, trying to remember how I’ve kept this from him. Surely it wasn’t