Mortimer Quincy was lying on the bed, playing a puzzle game on his phone. Only when he saw her putting on lipstick did he leisurely get up to find something to wear.
His wife was wearing a dark green, waist-cinching long dress, so he picked out a black short-sleeved shirt to go with jeans and white sneakers.
Since he wasn't going to work, his hair sat fluffy on top of his head.
After he was ready, his wife was still sitting in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection.
He didn't dare rush her. 'Try it once, and you'll learn your lesson.'
For anyone who doesn't understand the peril, just try getting married and you'll find out.
He pulled out his phone. Someone had @'d him in their high school dorm group chat.
Zeke Zane: Mortimer Quincy, have you guys left yet?
Mortimer Quincy slowly typed out a single word: Soon.
