I would totally go for it under different circumstances. Like, you know, the kind we came here for. Fuckfest 2000, or whatever year it is. (I kid, I was in middle school trying to be a rich punk. Bourgeois anarchy!)
“Having a night to yourself?” I gesture to the wine bottle and the one, half-full glass. Someone was relaxing before yours truly started knocking on the door. “Or are you cheating on me already? Oooh, new angle for an annulment.”
“Ha, ha.” Kathryn pushes past me and sits on the couch, grabbing her wineglass and taking a liberal sip. Liberal. “I’m bored. Not all of us have our mothers here to take to a show.”
“I had to shut her up somehow,” I mumble, sitting next to her. “I would’ve rather gone with you.”
She leans toward me. I take her wineglass and finish it off for her. Before she can ask, I fill it up with more wine and hand it back to her. “I bet you would’ve rather done a lot of things with me.”
“Katie,” I whine, pushing forward, my head tapping against her shoulder. Fucking hell, I can smell her delightful perfume. All over her. In her cleavage. Glorious, glorious cleavage. “Come on. This is ridiculous. I’m staying here tonight.” Staying here and getting under those clothes of hers.
“No, you’re not.”
I look at her, mouth twitching. “You’re kidding, right? Do you not like me or something?”
“I like you fine. I love you, even.” She pats my cheek. “But I’m playing this straight. We’re not consummating anything. No sex until our annulment goes through.”
“That’s stupid and you know it. The judge isn’t going to care. How are they gonna prove it? Babe, I love you, but there ain’t any way to prove you’re a virgin.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I’m not going to lie to the judge if he asks if we’ve consummated the marriage, and neither are you.”
The marriage. I wrap my arm around her shoulders as she drinks her wine. At least she’s letting me do that. “I’m sorry this is happening.” I don’t know what else to say other than that. I really am sorry. I’m sorry that her vacation is ruined, and I’m sorry I’ve fucked myself over. When we get back home we’ve got social functions out the ass and who knows how much work. It’ll be at least a couple of months before we can take a vacation like this together again. Next time I’m taking her somewhere like Paris. Mark my words.
Kathryn nestles against my body, her glass empty again. I take it from her and put it on the table next to me. Both arms are around her now. I want to pull her on top of me. To kiss those wine-laden lips until I throw her on the other side of the couch and go at her like a jackhammer let loose. I know she would go for that. She almost always does. See? Told her there was no way to prove she was a virgin in any sense of the word. Even if she lied about all the guys she was with before me, I gave her a few good once-overs a time or two.
“Don’t be sorry. It took the both of us.”
“Well...”
“You know,” she interrupts, hand on my chest. “Your mother was here this morning. She said something interesting.”
Uh oh. “Yeah?”
“She said you had dinner with her a while ago and talked about us.”
“I vaguely recall.” My mother is always drilling me about my personal life. Even before I started dating Kathryn, it was women this and grandkids that. My hand curls around Kathryn’s thigh. She doesn’t push me away, not even when I feel heat on my fingers and come so dangerously close to rubbing her slit through her denim. I need to not think about that, though. It’s gonna make me hard, and that’s the last thing I need right now. I know I’m not getting any.
“She said that you said you saw yourself marrying me.”
Did I say that? I honestly don’t remember. “I see myself doing a lot of things with you, Katie.” I push her hair off her shoulder, staring at her soft skin that I want to lick with every inch of my tongue. “I don’t bring up marriage very often because, well, why? We’re young and still figuring things out. Just because I would marry you doesn’t mean it’s anywhere in our near future. I know how you feel about marriage.”
Trust me, I do. I’ve heard her say countless times she doesn’t want to get married... not for a long time, at least. I take that to mean at least ten years. She’s also made it explicitly clear she’s not interested in being a mother. That makes things rockier for us since we’re both only children in multi-billion dollar families looking for heirs, but there are ways to make it work. We are hardly from the only childless couple in our circles. I’d rather spend my life loving on her anyway. Being a father is something I can take or leave. I’m sure I would love it if it happened, but it’s nothing something I’m actively seeking. I always figured I would leave that up to my wife.