I'll Do Better #40
Love, At Last
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Love swept through me like a tsunami, intoxicating my mind and overwhelming my senses as I strolled toward our sprawling bathroom, my heart fluttering and quickening as respiration became challenging and my lungs ached. Behind me, the loud pop of a cork startled, and I jumped, screaming with a high-pitched, excited tone. My subconscious mind calmed me, realizing it was no more than a starter’s pistol firing, symbolizing a new chapter in my sexual story.
I spun on my heels, almost toppling over, giggling, and grinned at my girlfriend, who had already poured two glasses of champagne, the bubbles rimming the glass. She held both long-stemmed flutes in one hand while using the other to scrunch a distinctive, orange-labeled bottle back into a polished stainless steel, crushed ice-filled bucket.
Emily raised both glasses, grinning.