Wedding Night

"Weirdo," she muttered. 

"Well, too bad that you are stuck with this weirdo for the rest of your life." When Elsa snorted and rolled her eyes at the same time, the corner of his lips curled upwards. 

There was no doubt that the woman in his arms who was now his wife had a weird undetectable influence on him. But would he let the new tingling feeling overpower him? No. 

He would make sure that never happened. He always had to remember that it was a marriage of convenience and nothing else. 

There were never any feelings involved and it would have to remain that way. 

Unlike Desmond, Elsa's mind was crowded with thoughts of what could possibly happen later at night. It was their wedding night after all. 

Since it was a forced arranged marriage, she was pretty sure nothing would happen between them and that Desmond wasn't expecting anything. 

But what if he was? What if he had certain expectations from the marriage?