Fell in love.
I didn't get the chance to declare my love for him in quite so dramatic a way, what with the surprise engagement, but I try to show him every day, even in small ways. We do argue sometimes, as we're both headstrong, independent people, but we never go to sleep or part angry.
Sometimes I have terrible dreams—not often, but everyone gets a nightmare now and then—that we're not together, and I'm sad and lonely and don't know why. Just as I'm waking up, I remember my life, remember that Luthor and I found each other in this big world, and that it was just a dream. That feeling, of going from heartbreak to happiness, is one of my favorite things.
Tonight, we're going to have such a blast. Whether my mother cries or faints, or expected this all along, she's going to flip out when she meets our special guest. We've flown in one of her favorite singers to sing the first dance for us, kicking off the party right after the ceremony. The woman wasn't cheap, and personally I find her music a little melodramatic, but it suits the occasion.
The water has turned off in the bathroom, and here's Luthor now, clad in only a towel, wrapped loosely around his sexy hips. Since the great wax-off, his hair's grown back in, and I love it. I love every inch of him.
He's checking the time now, and telling me we have a little time before the ceremony starts.
“Time for what?” I ask.
He drops the towel and nods for me to come over. At the sight of him, my body prepares to welcome him inside me. My flower begins to throb and ache for him. We just made love a few hours ago, but I hunger for him, as though it's been months.
“Are you sure we have time?” I ask.
“They can't start without us.”
“You make a very convincing argument.”
He leans his head to the side and gives me an adoring look. “Got you to marry me, didn't I?”
“Not yet, you haven't.”
He pulls down the coverlet and sheets on the bed. “Come on over here and let's see you try to resist.”
I go to him, without hesitation.
* THE END *