Chapter 13

Although Dylan had been in charge of coordinating their wedding for the most part, Cheryl was still exhausted by the end of the night. After freshening up, she got into bed, feeling nervous about their first night together as a wedded couple. When Dylan emerged from the shower, his eyes roamed hungrily over Cheryl, whose pale skin contrasted enticingly with the crimson sheets of their bed. Cheryl had a long list of questions for him. However, this clearly wasn't the time to ask them. "T-turn off the lights," Cheryl stuttered. Dylan hummed in assent. Leaving a warm bedside lamp on, he leaned forward and sealed Cheryl's lips with his own. Their bodies moved passionately against each other under the sheets. At a certain point, deep into the night, Cheryl sobbed, "N-no more…" "Good girl. This'll be our last round," coaxed Dylan gently. "In that case… Fine." Cheryl was easily convinced. They only stopped when the sun began its ascent into the sky. Then, Dylan carried Chery