The rest of the reception flew on by with laughter and cake, with conversations and doughnut holes, with teasing glances.
With hands touching.
Hildreth mentally counted down the minutes.
Elsie counted down the seconds.
And both thought, in the secrecy of their own minds, “Soon. Soon. Soon.”
As much as they wanted to just stay at their table and meditate on wondrously lustful thoughts about each other, Hildreth and Elsie did another turn about the room, talking and laughing with friends and family.
Exchanging teasing glances with each other.
Trying so hard to refrain from spontaneously combusting.
Angelina, their flower girl, gave Hildreth a surly glare and challenged him to a scream off. Hildreth laughed and accepted the challenge. He knelt on one knee to get down to her level.
Elsie watched him outscream the little girl and quietly marveled at him.
Hildreth is unlike any man I’ve known. He’s so handsome, but he’s more than that. He’s a goof. He has an insane sense of humor. He’s spontaneous and ridiculous. He’s crazy and caring. He is kind and loving.
And I love him. I love jealous idiot him so much.
I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want anyone to steal him away from me. I want him to love me and just me.
I want just him.
I’ve said it so many times I could vomit it in my sleep. But does he understand? Does he really know that he is all that I want? Just him. Is there a way I can make my feelings for him any clearer? What more can I say?
He looked up at her with a big grin on his face.
“I want to go home.” The words spilled out of her mouth. She imagined them landing on his nearest glove in black inky splots. But she didn’t try to brush them away or cover them up. She said it again, “Hildreth, I want to go home.”
“Elsie.” He stood. “My Elsie bein’ all d—”
She grabbed his tuxedo’s lapels. “Take me home, Hildreth.”
Hildreth marveled at her.
She’s talking to me.
She’s all heated up about me. I know I shouldn’t be surprised by this. It’s all a well-established fact by now. The girl’s hot for me and then some.
But I can’t help it.
The way she’s looking at me. The way she’s clutching my poor innocent lapels and getting them all steamed and crumpled.
She wants me and just me. No one else.
“Can we go? Please? Just say yes, Hildreth.” Her knuckles pressed against his chest. “Say yes.”
I think I’m having some sort of sugar-induced dream. Yeah, that must be it. My blood sugar’s gone so high it’s broken and I’m dreaming that Elsie’s saying such stuff in front of our flower girl. I don’t know if I should be astounded, appalled, or if I should just wake up already.
She scowled at him. “If you don’t get yourself out of your head, I’ll punch you.”
He laughed. “I love you, Els. But we really should finish our go around and tell everyone ‘Thanks, ya’all for comin’ to this here shindig. We all had a right good time but me and my woman here are bustin’ to break loose and—-”
She covered his mouth with her fingers, which made him grin. “I’m not sure where you’re going with that thought, but don’t forget there are young ears listening.”
He kissed her fingers. “Elsie. My fierce, amazing Elsie. I love you so much.”
She uncovered his mouth.
“Let’s finish this meet and greet thing and then I’ll let you grab my hand and drag me out the door.”
“Sounds good to me.”
He laughed. “Me too.”