âHey,â I say, really trying the innocent thing, but Iâm too stoked to pull it off.
âAre you in the bathroom?â Theresa sleepily chuckles. âYour voice is echoing.â
âIâm not peeing.â I crack the bathroom door and check on Landon. His entire body is covered with the comforter minus one leg dangling off the edge. I press the door closed and whisper into the phone. âSo, can I cash in?â
âYou need a maid of honor?â Her voice squeaks on the last word, and I do a total Snoopy dance, buck naked in my bathroom, stifling my squeals with my girlfriend. Theresa asks question after question, but sheâs rattling them off so fast I donât understand them.
âWait, what?â I say through my smile.
âFew hours ago.â A large sigh flits through my lips as I grab a towel for my waist and slide to the chocolate brown bath mat. âIt just fell out when we were in the shower.â
She snorts. âIt wasnât in the middle of sex, was it?â
âNo. It was . . . sweet.â I let my mind replay Landonâs eyes, his words, his hands. âPerfect.â
âGood. You deserve nothing less.â
âThanks.â My fingers splay across the bath mat, and I mindlessly pick at the fraying edge. âWe did it after though.â
âAh, engagement Chocolateville.â She sighs now, and I laugh picturing her taking that huge bite of cheesecake. âIâve heard itâs up there with make-up sex.â
A weird weight sinks into my stomach. âIt was nice.â
âNice?â She gasps. âOh no. Less than stellar, huh?â
âIt was fine. Iâve just had so many mood swings. Then we couldnât find a condom, so we had, like, a halftime breather. So, you know, not totally revved up. Not his fault.â
âThatâs too bad. Iâve heard that engagement sex is better than the actual wedding night.â
âWhat? No.â I wrap my finger around a loose string in the mat and pull. âThe wedding night will beat out everything.â It has to. I am determined to find our spark again specifically for that night.
âThink about it. Youâre running around all day. Waking up early, getting dressed, undressed, standing in heels, hugging a million people you donât know, lugging the presents up to your apartment after, or even worse . . . you might jump right onto a plane and the second you get to your hotel youâre jet-lagged and beat. Youâll probably draw straws for who can just lay there while the other person does the work.â
âWow, thanks for that thought of encouragement.â I pull my towel around my chest and rest my forehead on my knees. âI was really looking forward to that night. First time with him as my husband.â My heart thumps hard when the word tumbles out. âHe unzips my wedding dress, and I rip off his tie. Weâre on a California King somewhere tropical and fun.â The honeymoon had better be somewhere tropical. My Southern ass freezes here on Long Island. I constantly have to put my feet against Landonâs legs to warm them up at night.
I blow out a breath, making the line fuzz. âKind of ruins the whole picture if youâre telling me the sex will suck.â
âIâm just saying youâll be tired.â
âIâve been tired before and had epic sex.â Landon was gone for a month visiting his parents, and I jumped him the second he got off the plane. It was four in the morning, I hadnât slept all night, and he was majorly jet-lagged. Did not matter at all. We started up in the car, he had me screaming in the front seat, screaming against the door when we got home, and we made it as far as the living room couch before landing double-fudge raspberry cheesecake together.
But that was, oh hell . . . I donât know, a year ago? Maybe more.
âWell, do whatever you did that time.â Theresa laughs, and I sort of chuckle with her, my buzzed brain skipping tracks left and right. It was epic sex because weâd been waiting for it . . . anticipating it.
âHmm . . .â
âWhat?â she asks through a yawn.
I pull at the bath mat again. âDo you think . . . ?â My thoughts steal my voice as they run through my head. Sex with Landon is good. Always fun. Itâs just not new. Itâs . . . longtime- relationship sex. Scheduled, predictable, and usually ends with a snoring Landon and a bowl of ice cream. So how can I make sure I land a ticket to Chocolateville the day we become husband and wife? Oh my hell . . . will we even have sex on our wedding night?
Theresa clears her throat. âDo I think what?â
âYou think maybe . . . we should wait?â
âWait for what?â
âLike no sex until that night. Then itâll be amazing because weâll be dying for it.â Itâs ridiculous. I donât think Landon will go for it. But Theresa will tell me if Iâm totally craz--
âIâve heard of couples doing that,â she says, her tired voice picking up. âSounds like a test in great restraint if you ask me, but also could be . . . well, fun.â
âTotally. When was the last time you guys went as far as you could without going there? I think itâs exciting. Might bring something back . . .â
I want to defend my sex life, but my mind is on the track she painted. My heart warms and thumps as a grin spreads across my face. Foreplay without sex could amp us both up so much our wedding night will be one I can guarantee we wonât forget. I have to clench my legs together just thinking about it.
It will be like new relationship sex all over again.