“Amie – do you promise to cleave to Michael, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
The officiant’s icy glare frightened Amie, causing her eyes to scan the room. She caught the eye of someone in the audience – a friend of Micheal’s perhaps? He was gorgeous, soulful brown eyes, broad shoulders, and those lips, wow…he was one of those guys you could look at and just know they would be a great kisser…but, Michael, and a secure, happy future, were staring at her in expectation.
She crossed her toes. “I do.”
The cue for the six sentence story challenge this week was cleave.