my contacts, put my hair up in a scrunchie, and scrubbed off my wedding makeup.
When my face was clean, I put my glasses on and studied my reflection in the mirror. I was still wearing the diamond earrings he’d given me. I touched them both, my belly fluttering. It meant something to me that he’d given me a family heirloom. Then I looked down at my ring, which still said Love Always, Ricky inside it. It made me smile. Enzo had asked me if I wanted the engraving removed, but I’d said not to bother. It suited us.
And it served as a good reminder.
I left the bathroom, pulling my suitcase behind me, and hung up my dress in the closet. Then I went over to the bed, where Enzo was leaning back against the MR. pillow, legs stretched out in front of him, bare feet crossed at the ankle. In his hand was a glass of champagne and next to him was the box of chocolates.
“Hey,” I said, climbing onto the MRS. side of the bed and sitting cross-legged.
“Hey.” He reached toward his nightstand for a second glass of champagne and handed it to me. “For you, Mrs. Moretti.”
“Thank you, Mr. Moretti.” I laughed and we clinked glasses. “To the successful completion of phase one.”
“Salut.”
We both drank, and then it was quiet in the room. I studied the chocolates and picked one out, taking a bite. “This probably isn’t what you pictured on your wedding night, huh?”
Enzo chose one and ate it too. “Honestly, I don’t think I ever pictured my wedding night at all.”
“Seriously?”
He shrugged. “I take it you did?”
“All the time. Since I was a little girl.”
“Are you implying it didn’t look like this?” He spread his arms.
I laughed, shaking my head, and picking out another chocolate. “No. It did not.”
“So what did it look like? Wait, let me guess.” He took a sip of champagne and then continued. “A tall, strapping, dark-haired vampire carried you to his lair and penetrated you hard and deep with his steely fangs.”
He was spot on—at least where my teenage dreams were concerned. But I pretended to be offended. “No, that’s not what I pictured, you jerk.”
He smiled. “So tell me.”
“When I was little, he was Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid. As a grownup, I thought I’d marry my ex-boyfriend,” I said, carefully skipping over the vampire years.
“Oh, right. What was his name again? Taint?”
“Tate.”
“Whatever. And what was it that Taint was going to do to make the night memorable for you?”
I sighed, sipping my champagne. “You know what? I can’t even name anything specific. It was just going to be the most magical night of my life.”
“Magical? Well, fuck. You were doomed to be disappointed, babe. There’s no such thing as a magical dick.”
I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t his dick that was going to feel magical. It was the night itself. It was the things he’d say. It was the mood.”
“Are you implying,” he said with mock offense, “that the honeymoon suite at the Bellamy Creek Inn lacks mood? We’ve got champagne. We’ve got chocolates. We’ve got swans in the bathroom and pillows that say MR. and MRS. What could possibly be more romantic than that?”
Laughing, I lifted my shoulders. “I don’t know.”
“See, I happen to think this is perfect. I never pictured anything, so I’m not disappointed.” He thought for a second. “Except for the no-sex rule. That’s definitely a bit of a letdown.”
“Well, I imagined sex too. And even if my groom didn’t have a magical dick, he would at least know how to use it.”
“Oh yeah?” Enzo looked amused. “Tell me all about it.”
“No, you’ll laugh.”
“I swear, I will not laugh.” He went to get the champagne bottle, pouring me some more before topping off his own glass. “I want to hear your innermost fantasies.”
After another sip, I gave in. “He’d take one look at me and be completely unable to resist. He’d want to ravage me completely. He’d say—”
“Sorry, I have to interrupt for a moment. In this fantasy, are you wearing those exact pajamas?” He gestured toward my navy plaid flannels.
I glared at him and pushed my glasses up my nose. “You know what? Just forget it.”
“No, no. I’m sorry, go on. I’m listening.” He took another sip and watched me with a glint in his dark eyes. “Tell me what he’d say.”
I sighed, knowing I was asking to be made fun of, but unable to keep my mouth shut. Damn this champagne and