"You didn't mean all that shit about sex not being everything, did you?" I asked, not knowing what I wanted to hear.
I still freaked out a little every time we stopped fucking even just for a few days. The panic attacks were rare, but even though the dead man's switch was complete, I still felt needy as fuck. Between flying to Fiji, the impromptu bachelor party and now the wedding, it had been three days. Yes, I was counting.
I needed to snap out of it though. Relationships didn't run on sex alone. What would happen to us when we got back to New York and life got busy? I needed to learn to keep my legs closed.
"Just make sure you catch the bouquet today so we can be next," he said, making my heart melt as he kissed my cheek and joined Kenny and the other groomsmen.
