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"Marry me. Tonight."
Stop it, idiot. You're gonna ruin this. Shut up!!
And then, I’m abducted by aliens and teleported to an alternate reality. Well, that’s the only plausible explanation for what happens next.
Because Nadia wraps her arms around my neck, flashes me all thirty-two of her teeth and says, “Yes.”
18
NADIA
Iget a handful of uncooked rice to the face as Harry and I burst out of the arched double doors. I try to spit up the grains that cling to my lipstick.
I grip onto my new husband’s arm, delirious and laughing, as we run down the chapel steps two at a time.
This is all a dream. Isn’t it?
All I know is Harry and I made a quick trip to the marriage license office. Then, we were standing at an altar a few moments ago. We got married by a hippie man in a tie-dye three-piece suit who seemed stoned out of his mind. As Harry and I shared our first kiss as man and wife, a tiny gathering of equally stoned strangers hooted and cheered us on.
Is it just me or is this all kind of crazy?
My basic sense of right and wrong has been blinking on and off all night. Like a faulty, flickering street lamp. One minute, it clicks in my brain how much of a bad idea all this is. The next minute, I just don’t freaking care.
Oh, yes—I’ve had way too much to drink. And over the course of this night, Harry has kissed me into a stupefied high far too many times to count. That ylang ylang Granny spritzed us with can’t be helping matters, either.
But really—we just gotmarried! That’s a big deal, right? No amount of alcohol and kissing hormones and ylang ylang can justifythat.
Logical Nadia tries to enter the chat. But then Harry grabs me right in the middle of the glittering Sin Valley sidewalk and kisses me senseless again.
Oops!—internet connection, lost.
So now, we’re slipping into the back of a taxi. Harry keeps bumbling the directions to his house and the driver is getting frustrated and annoyed. Meanwhile I’m clawing my way into my new groom’s lap and kissing a sloppy path up his throat.
It’s official. My inhibitions are gone. Whoever took ‘em, can keep ‘em.
I’ve been caged by my rules and restrictions for far too long. For one night, it feels good to be free.
But won’t there be consequences?
We’ll think about those some other time. Like when Harry’s tongue isn’t halfway down my throat.
Tonight, I want to hide behind my inebriation. I want to use it as an excuse. I want to do something that I’d never be brave enough to do under normal conditions.
The taxi stops on a dark, quiet cul-de-sac lined with well-groomed, serious-looking mini-mansions.
I peek out the window and laugh. “Let me guess—that’syour house?” I point at the one house illuminating the night with multi-colored Christmas lights.
“Yeah.” Harry stumbles out the door then takes my hand to help me. “I’m renting.”
I take in the garlands and pine wreaths and the massive blow-up Santa on the lawn. “Very festive.”
Harry shrugs boyishly and gives me a handsome drunk-smile. “I like Christmas. It’s a vibe. And why the hell can’t I drag out the Holiday spirit a little while longer, y’know?”
I resist the urge to remind him that it’s already the middle of January. Fuck it. “Why notdrag out the Holiday spirit a little while longer? Seriously?”
I grab his face and I kiss him. Because he’s so fucking magical. And I like it.
After that, I vaguely remember us stumbling up the icy walk, groping each other and stealing drunken kisses the whole way.
