Cheers
Kavielle POV
Drew grunted in frustration. This amazing moment devolved quickly; he pulled back from me. "Fucking bitch." He muttered under his breath. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. He smirked, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. This is our day. I won't anyone take that away from me."
I held my dress up while I worked to clean myself up. After a quick whore bath and a few small miracles, we both managed to put ourselves back together. He helped me fix my partially ripped panties, and I helped him rig his belt buckle to stay on. It was weird being this comfortable with someone; it felt like we suddenly became some old married couple.
But it was nice.
