The Well Dressed Man

Weddings are foreplay for bad decisions. Too many toasts, too much eye contact, just enough reckless energy to tip you over the edge.

He looked too put-together. Too charming. I had to fix that.

One whispered dare, two undone buttons, and a very enthusiastic lack of hesitation later, he was in the pool, tux and all. I followed. Our clothes clung, our laughter echoed, the water rippled. Somewhere inside, the bride was still pretending to love her new in-laws.

The best nights don’t need an ending. Just a deep breath and a good excuse in the morning.