I sit on the fluffy sofa watching television to kill some time. I’m not paying my favorite reality show a second of attention because all my thoughts are on my new husband. When we got back from our ride he took a shower.
He teased me about washing his back, but I’d quickly declined and gotten flustered. I was tempted, but my mind is all over the place, along with my emotions. How many times have I wondered what Graham would look like naked? Too many to count.
I groan and turn off the TV. I’m going to have to go up to bed sooner or later. I should be tired, but I’m filled with adrenaline at the thought of what’s going to happen tonight. Graham said he would give me time to get used to all this, but it’s technically our wedding night. Not wanting to torture myself with what’s going to hap
