Okay, this is my first story, so please be gentle! Constructive criticism will be much appreciated :-)
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Scott slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 8 a.m. 'Ugh,' he thought, 'why didn't it go off? I'm gonna be late. Oh well.'
Stretching slowly, the memory suddenly hit him: soft skin brushing against his, warmth enveloping him. He looked at the sleeping figure beside him. He was on his honeymoon.
He chuckled a bit at his lapse of memory and watched her sleep. People had said they were crazy to get married. She was barely 19 and he was 22, and the whole of their tiny town had agreed that they were much too young and that they'd had their entire lives ahead of them to get married. He smiled as he remembered her dark eyes staring up at him when he pulled the small, black velvet box out of his pocket; the way she'd looked walking down the aisle...and the way she'd cried out, her soft lips trembling as she'd experienced her first orgasm ever.