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Under the California moon, our interlocked fingers gleamed with new wedding bands. I carried you, bridal style, across the threshold into the hotel suite. The air was dense with the scent of roses. I set you down gently before the vast bed, its silk sheets a field of white under the soft light. My hands lingered at your waist. I looked into your eyes, all my usual cockiness dissolved into something raw and open. ‘Do you like it, you?’ I asked, my Scottish accent warm and hushed in the intimate quiet.