Lily
You'd think we were coming back from our honeymoon with all the casseroles that lined my little kitchen. Margaret and Marjorie had been up, bright and early doing deliveries of the delicious food to my house against my protests.
Apparently, not even Adrian dropping me off in the middle of the night and slipping out to his place would keep the nosy neighbors from finding out that we were back.
Although, to be honest, the rest of our time at the lake house had been nothing short of a honeymoon. Benji had eventually showed up at the hole I'd fallen in, sometime later. After four or more orgasms later to be precise, only to alert us to a way out that we could have noticed if only we'd stopped and looked around.
Adrian had carried me out, skipping the bonfire entirely, and brought us
