“Last night was amazing. I’m glad we waited until we were married.” (Imra)
Mon El laughed, “Are you? Well at least someone is,” he joked, his arms wrapping around Imra as he pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek and brow. “I coulda been better if we’d gotten some practice in.” His nose brushed along the side of hers. “Why were you so intent on waiting?” he asked curiously.