27 NOAHWhen Sterling texted me asking how the wedding night went, rather than answer, I asked him to meet me for lunch.
My best friend has a way with women, and I’m hopeful he has some advice for me about how to proceed after my less-than-stellar wedding night. It wasn’t that I expected Olivia to share our marital bed, but a good-night kiss would have been nice. Sheesh.
“That bad, eh?” Sterling asks when I slide into the chair across from him.
“The wedding night? A complete disaster.”
He doesn’t have to reply because his eyes say it all. In those honey-colored depths fringed in dark lashes that women go nuts over is a mixture of pity and curiosity. But he says, “Tell your good mate all about it,” leaning back in his seat with his fingers laced behind his head.
Thankfully I’m saved fro
