Nervous would not be the accurate word to describe just how I was feeling. We had driven twelve hours to New Orleans and with too many coffees in me, I was hyped up, I had never been to a hotel with a man especially not a nice hotel like this one. Huge rooms and wide balconies impressed me as very extravagant. Here we were and there was no turning back now.
I remember the first time that I shared that I was a virgin and intended to remain that way until I was married. Joe looked at me like I had spoken in an alien tongue. “Why?”, was all he could manage. I smiled remembering how confused he was. After a short prayer, I told him of my beliefs about the sacredness of each human body. That they were gifts to each other and that I wanted mine to be a special one.
A year later, and here we were ready to start our lives together and although that made me nervous, I was ready. I knew that the wait would be worth it… “What? This is not a motel. This is a madam’s house!” I declared in shock.
© Carol Campbell
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