KISS THE GIRL
Abbey had told Emily that the courtship period, as the time between the engagement and wedding day is often called, would be wonderful. “It’s that initial phase of discovery Em, when everything is brand new and shiny. Somehow, neither of you will be able to do any wrong. Marriage is going to taint that rosy picture a little bit and it will never again be as perfect, but it’s great being married all the same.”
Although they were able to meet only a few times before the wedding owing to Ethan’s busy work schedule, Emily loved that whenever they did meet, Ethan would hold her hand or put his arm around her waist while they walked so they were closer together. Still, she couldn’t help wishing that the two of them had a chance to become more physically intimate. “I’m wearing the diamond ring. We’re engaged. We’re getting married in a couple of weeks and we haven’t even kissed yet! How are we going to…well…you know…?” Emily asked Abbey, blushing although her sister was on the other side of an invisible phone line.
“What do you mean you haven’t even kissed yet? Do you need me to come and explain how it’s done?”
“Of course not…” and then after a brief pause, “…well, I don’t know!”
“Emily! Pull yourself together. I’ll bet anything all you’ve been wearing on your dates have been those boring faded denim jeans of yours. He’s probably wondering where that girl he first met has disappeared! Time to jog his memory. Ditch the pants for once and put on a dress for Christ’s sake!”
Emily sighed as she realized that when it came to boys; and this one in particular, Abbey had always been right. “I need to go shopping.”
A fortnight before the festivities leading up to their wedding were to begin and on the last night that the two of them would meet before they exchanged vows, Emily spent a long while looking at the crimson coloured dress she had bought. The sales girl had gone from overly enthusiastic to desperate to make a sale in the time it had taken Emily to make her choice. After trying on almost every dress in her size, she had finally settled on this particular one. “The outcomes of wars were probably decided in less time and with more loot to the victors.” the sales girl had commented to the cashier under her breath. Looking in the mirror, it was worth both the time spent and the snarky remark. It was a dress that showed off both her favourite features – her small waist and long shapely legs. She smoothed out the creases and hoped that it would have the effect that Abbey assured her it would.
Ethan and Emily had a romantic candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant and there, as well as on the drive back home, Ethan could barely take his eyes off her. Not used to being the subject of such undivided attention, Emily’s cheeks slowly became the same colour as her dress under his intense gaze. She had to tell him to keep his eyes on the road several times as she tucked her long hair behind her ears both embarrassed and thrilled at the same time.
While they meandered back to her flat from the car park arm in arm, she wished that the night would never end. When they finally reached the front door, Emily looked at Ethan and said softly, “As always, I had a wonderful time Ethan…”
Ethan gently caressed Emily’s cheek and her breath hitched. She had lost the ability to speak. Shyly she looked into his eyes. He moved closer to her until their lips were almost touching. “I’m going to kiss you now…” Ethan whispered before planting a soft gentle kiss on her waiting lips. It wasn’t long before each second became more passionate than the one before. Soon Ethan’s hands were on her back and then in her hair and she didn’t want him to stop. All too quickly he did. Pulling himself away from her and resting his forehead on hers, he whispered breathlessly, “I need to stop now…or else I won’t be able to leave…”
“Don’t…” Emily whispered back.
Ethan drew her in for one last fierce kiss before turning abruptly and walking off towards his car, his fingers raking his thick wavy hair. Emily looked at his retreating back and leaned against the door, breathing heavily. She smiled as she thought that Abbey was wiser than she ever gave her credit. Emily, who was once unsure about marriage, could not wait to become Mrs. Mendonca.
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