Page 69 of Solomon’s Temple

I was quiet for several moments. “I’m afraid . . .” I searched for the words. “That we’ll get busy. We’ll chase careers, we’ll build a house, we’ll have responsibilities, and one day . . .” I looked at Solomon with watery eyes. “We’ll stop dating each other.”

Solomon stared at me. “I hadn’t even thought about that⁠—”

“I have. I want us to always feel like we did since Italy. Heck, since we first met.”

Pastor Daniels smiled knowingly. “Ah. There it is. The honeymoon isn’t a place. It’s a posture.” We both listened intently. “People spend thousands trying to recreate the romance of their honeymoon, but the romance wasn’t in Italy. It was in your attention. You looked at one another, you listened, you laughed. You put the phones away, and you chose each other over every distraction.” He smiled warmly. “You can do that in your living room just as easily as you did overlooking the Amalfi Coast.”

I smiled. “I like that.”

Pastor Daniels continued. “I’m going to give you three habits.” He held up one finger. “Never stop being curious about one another. The person you married at thirty-eight won’t be the same person at forty-eight. Keep asking questions.” A second finger lifted. “Protect your friendship, flirt, laugh, go on dates. Dance in the kitchen and celebrate ordinary Tuesdays.” Then he raised a third finger. “And pray together. Not because it’s what Christians are supposed to do, but because intimacy with God creates intimacy with one another.”

He closed his Bible and continued. “Marriage isn’t sustained by grand gestures. It’s built in ordinary moments repeated faithfully.”

Solomon looked at me. “I’m willing and ready to do all that.”

My cheeks heated. “I’m on that with you too.”

Pastor Daniels watched us with quiet satisfaction. “One more piece of advice.” We looked at him. “I’m sure everyone keeps asking how long you’ve known each other.”

“Not really, but they will,” I said.

“I want you both to ask a different question.”

I tilted my head. “Which is?”

“How well can we know each other for the rest of our lives.” He smiled. “The length of your courtship doesn’t determine the success of your marriage. What you choose every day after your vows will.”

Solomon turned toward me. “I definitely choose you.”

My eyes glistened. This was new for me, and the fact that I wanted to bend and contort for him had me ready to ride him as soon as we got back to his truck.

Temp, chill. In the house the Lord, acting like a Jezebel!

“I know.” I smiled through happy tears. “And I choose you.”

Pastor Daniels laughed softly as he stood. “I think the two of you are going to be just fine.”

He extended his hands toward us both.

“Now let’s pray this out. Let’s pray that your love stays exciting, because excitement comes and goes.” He looked at us with the tenderness of a shepherd. “Let’s pray that your love grows deeper than your feelings, steadier than your circumstances, and stronger with every season God allows you to walk through together.”

When the prayer ended, we headed toward the door, and Solomon opened the office door for me. I reached for his hand without thinking.

He took it just as naturally.

Two months ago, we were strangers.

Today, we were husband and wife.

We still had a lifetime of learning ahead of us, but perhaps the greatest sign that we were ready for it wasn’t that we had all the answers.

It was that we had been humble enough to ask for guidance before we needed rescuing.

We pulled up to Ma Lula’s house thirty minutes later and went inside. After our session, we had a session of our own. I just loved the way his dick filled me up and how he could talk me through a nut without using one curse word.

My Holy Gangsta Husband.

I couldn't believe how strong my feelings developed for him seemingly overnight. As I said before, Solomon just had an aura about him that made you want to submit to his every request.