When the day of the wedding finally rolled around, Eric was up bright and early, and so was I. Fortunately, he’d slept well, while I’d tossed and turned much of the night. Even having s*x the night before hadn’t helped me relax. Normally just feeling Eric’s body against mine, with or without the benefit of s*x, was enough to lull me into a peaceful sleep, but not last night. Last night I was far too wound up about Clay’s wedding to do much more than go through the motions with Eric. He did his best to coax me out of my self-inflicted mental distress, but I just couldn’t seem to turn off my mind and let my body take over.
“What are you wearing to the wedding?” Eric asked as he stood at the door of our walk-in bedroom closet.
“I don’t know. The invitation said it’s casual, so I guess a sui
