How long did we dance? I lost count of how many Charles and his boys sang and played. We spun and jiggled and twirled and swayed together on the dance floor. Gray kept swooping in for kisses. And he gyrated against my bottom, which none of the guests seemed to mind. Honestly, we were having an extraordinary time as newly married husbands, at play like little boys pumped on sugar, or like fairies playing after dark, fluttering brightly within the deep forest’s foliage.
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Barnyard
9:20 P.M.
“Come with me,” Gray said after he’d had enough of dancing, and he took my hand in his. I was glad to take a break from our clusterfuck of moves on the dance floor.
“I intend to do that, consummating our marriage.”
He laughed and dragged me through the guests, past The Stockton County Boys, and led me outside into the July night and quiet barnyard.