There was no time to cuddle when we woke—I guess it wasn’t like Myrtle Beach after all. Good thing Annaleigh wanted an evening wedding, or we would’ve missed it by oversleeping. I got up a little before ten, my bladder screaming for relief, and I stumbled from the bed into the bathroom without even taking a moment to savor your body curled so tightly against mine. By the time I returned to bed, you had climbed beneath the covers and held a pillow against your chest, as if substituting it for me. I didn’t have the heart to wake you, so I gathered up my clothes off the floor and headed down the hall to the kitchen.
I was pouring myself a cup of instant coffee when my cell phone rang. It was Chel. The first thing she said when I answered was, “I feel like shit.”
“Welcome to my world,” I mur
