It was the day of the formal dinner on our week long honeymoon cruise. Abigail was keeping her outfit a secret until time. We laid naked in bed talking to pass time until dinner.
“Do you remember prom night?” Abigail asked.
“Of course I do. Neither of us had dates or reasons to go so we worked.”
“Well, yeah, but do you remember that night?”
“Of course I do. It was one of, if not the slowest night we worked there.”
“And we talked almost our whole shift.”
“I remember. We had gotten to know each other but we really talked deeply and shared a lot.”
“Yep.” She smiled her famous smile. “That was the night I knew how much I liked you. And wished I had the courage to tell you.”
“Awwwww.” I thought for a second. “I didn’t want that night to end. But I was already crushing pretty hard, so…”
We reminisced as we lay there gently touching each other. Enjoying the touch and each other. It was then that Abigail finally explained that her self-esteem issues with her paunch and large areolas came from her mom. And how her mom tried to force diets on her and even took her to a plastic surgeon at 14 to get her areolas fixed.