Her old home, right next door felt like it was centuries away as she sat in Nate’s home… her home eating dinner. The day had been so eventful that Laelia and Nate hardly got a bite in. She had been so busy socialising that they had barely spent a second alone together. Now as they sat together at the table, Laelia suddenly didn’t know what to say. They were married after all. She had envisioned this moment several times, all thoughts contained some form of Nate ripping at her clothes.
She looked over at Nate, her husband as she chewed on a piece of lettuce. He caught her gaze and soon the two newlyweds were laughing together.
“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Nate asked and bumped his feet with hers under the table.
“A little. I didn’t think we’d do these normal things so early into our marriage. I thought we’d be doing… other things,” Laelia commented with a laugh. Nate smirked at her comment and Laelia found herself staring at him again. Her gaze shifted from his eyes, down to his mouth, chest and finally down to his parts which were obstructed by the table. She would finally get to see it today. She almost choked on the feelings of anticipation and nervous excitement that she felt.
“If you keep looking down there, I might rip that bodice off,” Nate growled. Following his comment, Laelia suddenly began coughing, surprised by his accurate depiction of what she had envisioned.
“Babe, you okay?”
“Fine, fine!” Laelia responded and wiped her mouth with a napkin. God that wasn’t sexy at all. She looked down at her plate, gathering her courage before she spoke, “Um… I am hungry.”
“Oh well there’s more salad over-”
“No! I’m… I’m not hungry for food. I’m hungry for.. for other things!” she stammered out and kept her eyes focused on her plate. She refused to look up, to see if her words had the impact she’d hoped. She wanted this and she was tired of waiting.