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TESSA
Not sure what got into us after the ceremony.
We’d both had a little champagne, not too much. It must have been his idea, or maybe I kicked off my heels and bolted from him after he set me down once past the threshold of his home in Briarville.
My chest felt floaty when I ducked into the closet, out of sight, around the corner while he removed his shoes. The “snick” of the lock bolted shut and the crisp fabric of my wedding gown crinkled when I made the slightest movement, the exaggerated skirts filling the entire small storage space.
“Tessa! Don’t think you can hide from me.” He really got into his role, sounding every bit the angry mafia man—hunting me. The heavy thunk of his footsteps on the carpet approached, and nerves fluttered in my belly. “You know what I’m going to d
