The knife slid through the multi-layered carrot cake with ease, the waiter handing Eric and I our slices. A few mutterings from the crowd said to smash the cake into each other’s mouths as we fed each other, but having worked so many weddings and seen such ugliness before, I had no desire to be, well, mean. I gingerly placed a bite in Eric’s mouth, he in mine, and then we kissed. Flash photographs filled the backyard as people applauded; including Father Richardson who genuinely seemed pleased with having performed our ceremony.

A hand took my arm and Hillary led me towards her boyfriend Maxfield, his large brown eyes staring me down from his black suit.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m glad to finally meet Hillary’s mysterious boyfriend.”

“Mysterious? Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Awkward silence suddenly fell between us when as if on cue, Mrs. Espinosa approached with a battery of questions. I nodded good-bye to Maxfield, whose strong hands once again shook my own, escorting Hillary towards the bar. He was mysterious, dark, and damn attractive.

Mrs. Espinosa leaned towards my ear, whispering “Mafia.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hillary’s hubby is in the mob. Look at the way he moves--- he even walks crooked.”

He was bowlegged, which I’ve always found rather sexy. Mrs. Espinosa continued, “Anyway, it’s almost 7pm and you should get ready to go. Eric already went inside.”

I meandered through the crowd, talking to old friends and family, until I finally made it to the respite of Hillary’s bedroom where Eric stood in his underwear, changing into more comfortable clothing.

There was something about seeing his tuxedo laying at the bottom of his feet, all crumbled into a pile, and him wearing only his white Calvins and black socks across his hairy calves and legs, that was rather sexy. Yes, I could definitely make love to this man the rest of my life.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m ready for a honeymoon away. You?”

“Ditto.”

I walked forward and planted a big wet kiss across him, tweaking his nipple with a sly grin. I then grabbed his crotch, my tux jacket edge rubbing across his elastic underwear band. There was something fun about being so formally dressed while Eric was only in his underwear, almost as if we were suddenly in some kind of uniform fantasy.

He reached forward and grabbed my bow tie, ripping it off of me as he quickly began removing my shirt. I leaned backwards, locking the bedroom door as he began to undress me.

It was ridiculous because here we were at our wedding about to have sex when we were supposed to be getting ready for our honeymoon departure.

As we lay on top of each other, knocking could be heard outside.

“Eric?” Yelled his mother.

I froze for a moment, when Eric reached forward with his tongue, sending it across my neck and into my mouth--- clearly unconcerned with Mrs. Espinosa on the other side of the door.

We would have a lot of good-byes momentarily when we would move to our waiting limo to whisk us off to our honeymoon, but for right now, we had a more important issue to resolve.

One thing was for certain, that when we would be waving goodbye to our friends and family, it would be with wide smiles and a wonderful glow.