Vincent POV
Roxy, at last, was ready to bed; I had been prepared a couple of hours ago. I wanted to have my way with my new wife. I carried her away, slaps and cheers from the guys as I weaved my way to the door.
The stairs seemed easy as I took them two at a time, Roxy weighing nothing to me, or I was just too drunk to notice.
Those buttons did me in. Roxy giggled and wiggled each time I cursed. These buttons were like an inch apart. Why do they have so many buttons on this dress? The button holes seemed too small for the little pearl buttons, and there were so many of them that I had to move away and count to ten, which only made me more frustrated and return. My fingers were too big for those tiny shiny buttons, and I am sure those button holes were made too small to frustrate me. Ro
