Sara, the bride herself!

"Well, since you made me say something I didn't want to say," you say, "I choose...you. So tell me a secret about yourself, Sara."

Sara immediately blushes. "Oh shit," she says, "I wasn't expecting you to get creative." She laughs, then takes a big gulp to empty her beer. "Let me think. Actually, go get us another round and I'll have it for you then."

You agree. When you come back to the table, she's blushing a bit but still has a devious look in her eyes. You hand her the beer. She immediately drinks.

"Well now," you say, "what's my secret?"

"Your secret," Sara says, "can only be told at a whisper." She slides over to your side of the booth and leans into your ear. "My secret..." she whispers, and you feel her dewy breath on your ear and tickling your neck.

"My secret," she says, "is that sometimes when I'm with James, I fantasize that I'm fucking you again." Sara arches one eyebrow and waits for you to do, or say, something.