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deal. We’ve had a long day, we’ve been in the fresh air all day, and we’ve drunk a lot. We’re probably knackered out.’
    ‘You think?’ Alex was ready to grab onto this lifeline of an explanation and hold on tight. ‘You think that’s really all it is?’
    ‘Of course I do.’ Casey laughed, obviously failing to comprehend the seriousness of his self-doubt. ‘We’ve made love loads of times. Our bodies sing to each other. There’s no reason why we should suddenly be all frigid with each other. It must be tiredness.’ She was warming to her theme, and a certain sparkle had returned to her eyes.
    ‘I bet you,’ she said, ‘I bet you if we looked up “sex on the wedding night”, we’d find all sorts of stuff about how couples like us don’t do it.’
    ‘Do you reckon?’
    ‘Shall we have a look?’
    Alex nodded. Humiliating though it was to end his wedding night examining consummation statistics, perhaps there was some comfort in it. And then he would be able to sleep, and tomorrow would be another day.
    Casey had already hopped out of bed and retrieved her tablet. She fired up the search engine and sat back next to him, showing him the results page. Agog, they stared as the screen filled with articles about sex on the wedding night—or lack thereof.
    ‘Look at that one,’ Casey prompted and pointed to a link.
    ‘“More than one in four couples don’t have sex on their wedding night because they’re too tired or too drunk or both”,’ Alex read out loud. He grinned. ‘Well, I’m both tired and drunk, but I didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to… you know. Love you.’
    ‘But your body may think otherwise,’ Casey persisted. ‘Read that one.’
    Alex waited for the link to materialise. ‘Wow,’ he exclaimed. ‘This is shocking. I had no idea. More than half of couples in this survey don’t make love on their wedding night, and nearly a fifth wait three days ?’ He frowned. ‘I’m not waiting three days!’
    Casey gave a soft laugh. ‘Nobody’s asking you to. But what say we stop freaking out and call it a night? We’re obviously quite normal.’
    ‘I hate being normal,’ Alex grumbled.
    Casey poked him in the ribs. ‘You know what I mean. Normal is good, in this context. Stop fretting.’
    ‘But it’s so embarrassing!’
    Casey rolled her eyes at him when he said that. No doubt she would give him a little lecture now.
    ‘Why is it embarrassing?’ she challenged. ‘To whom? I’m not embarrassed. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. And anyway, who’s to know? It’s not like you have to tweet about it.’ She grinned. ‘You know what they say: “What goes on in the bridal suite stays in the bridal suite”.’
    At this, Alex burst out laughing. Only Casey could twist an old rock star adage into something to break the tension in this situation.
    ‘I like that,’ he said when he could speak again. And it was true, he felt a little better, a little less panicked, about his inability to live up to expectations. ‘What do we do now?’
    Casey shrugged. ‘We can either go to sleep, or we can go outside and watch the sunrise. What do you want to do?’
    Alex chewed his lower lip. What did he want to do? Truth be told, he would love to sleep. But on the other hand, he had already let his bride down in one critical respect, no matter how much the statistics reassured him that it was quite normal. What would Casey want to do now? What should he say so he wouldn’t disappoint her further?
    ‘Tell you what,’ Casey cut into his musings. ‘Let’s open the porthole, turn off the lights, and let ourselves be rocked to sleep by the waves. And tomorrow is a new day.’
    Alex softly shook his head. It never ceased to amaze him how Casey could read him like an open book.
    ‘You are one wonderful woman, Mrs Morgan,’ he whispered. ‘And I love you so much.’
    ‘I love you too, Alex.’

Chapter Two:
     
    A ‘Not So Honey’moon
     
    ~Casey~
     
    The cabin was filled with air,