This is an entry for the 750-Word Project Challenge 2024
Jonas took a long draw off his vape as he ran his hand over Sally's bare shin. The moon shone on their bodies as they sat entwined at opposite ends of the single bed.
"Hadn't noticed...You shaved,"
Looking up from her phone, Sally took a beat while watching him caress her leg.
"Yeah, I'm getting married tomorrow, that's part of the gig," She returned to tapping out a text to her maid of honour.
The two lovers sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts, a hint of artificial strawberry in the air.
They'd had an evening of intense, passionate sex- which for once wasn't fuelled by drinking. No, this was a scheduled appointment between the two of them. Having first met and dated during high school, Jonas and Sally had broken up three times over the years, with each subsequent attempt at a relationship improving nominally, yet still falling quite short.
So after a few years apart, Sally had found a guy with a steady job from a good family and accepted his proposal. She had found a plan she could stick to... even if there was one last loose end to tie up.
She read an overly excited text from a bridesmaid before to flipped her phone onto the duvet and folded her arms over her bare breasts.
"So, I just want to make sure- you're... not coming tomorrow right?"
Jonas brought his eyes up to hers.
