[That silence speaks volumes, and in the dim, romantic lighting, she can still see his blush, if barely. It's reassuring. She feels closer to him, knowing these things hit them both the same way.

It's still new enough to be exhilarating, being married. It doesn't make her a loose girl to say it. He's her husband. They're supposed to... what was it their vows said? Right, cleave unto each other. Sounds about right, to her.]

I'm sure there are plenty of better spots to be found...