Wear My Dress, Meet My Gun

Summary

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?]

The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out.

Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked.

I didn't swoon. I froze.

Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago.

And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one.

I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background.