MARRYING MY MATE
AN EERIE TRYST
by Neneh Gordon
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Copyright 2012 Neneh Gordon
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Marrying My Mate
“Come on, it’s getting dark.” Anton took my hand and we left the small number of wedding guests who were still drinking at the bar. My new husband. Would I ever get used to calling him that? And I was a wife now. How weird was that?
He gave me one of those smiles that he didn’t share with anyone else and pulled me down a corridor. Catching sight of us in one of the hotel mirrors, I made him stop for a minute. I barely recognised our reflections. That woman with the elegant up-do and the ivory gown looked far too grown up to be me. And the man in the suit was much too smart to be Anton. But he drew me close and kissed me just the way he always did. He tasted like the man I’d fallen in love with. We hadn’t changed.
“Happy?”
I nodded. “Ecstatic.”
“Good. I didn’t want to be the only one.”
We stood there, staring at each other in the mirror and grinning like lunatics.
“Do you want to stash your dress upstairs?”
“No.” We’d booked a room in the hotel, but it wasn’t going to get much use. When the moon was full, the only place we wanted to be was outdoors under the endless sky.
We turned the corner and found the exit we’d been looking for. My heart pounded harder than it had during the ceremony. There was a good reason for that. Wedding vows could be put aside. What we were about to do was for keeps. No changes of heart allowed.
I tightened my grip on his hand and stepped out into the early evening air. It was hot. Even for August. Perfect weather for a night-time stroll through the woods. We crossed the car-park at the back of the hotel and reached the little fence that marked the edge of civilisation. Anton swept me off my feet and carried me over. “Aren’t we supposed to do this when we get home?”