Wedding night…
Soft lights.
A little awkward.
He leans in and whispers:
“What are you thinking about…?”
She looks down, shy:
“…the same thing as you.”
He pauses.
Heart racing.
“Really?”
Beat.
He leans closer—
whispers in her ear:
“I’m thinking the exact same thing…”
She blushes.
The tension builds.
Beat.
He suddenly stands up—grabs her hand:
“Come on!”
She’s confused:
“Where are we going…?”
He opens the fridge.
Takes out a plate of cake.
Turns back, smiling:
“Let’s finish this before bed…
I’ve been hungry since this afternoon.” 😭
