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“You haven't moved for ten minutes." Clarissa points out to me. "I can safely say you're not taking the news well." I didn't think there was any other way to take news such as this one. I was in deep trouble. And there was no way for me to escape it. "I'm not sure what to do with that information," I confess. "It's not like I can back out now. We're already married, and I'm already on this yacht." One would think that I would be excited to see Atticus completely naked after being in love with him for so long. But I wasn't in the least; I was freaking out. This wasn't the way I wanted it to happen. Though, Atticus had seen plenty of me already, not completely naked but he saw more of me than I saw of him. Are we allowed to keep our eyes closed throughout the entire thing? That may ma