Brad had been the first to awaken that morning. He moved slightly to block the single ray of light that was dancing across her face, to let her sleep longer. Brad didn't bother to look at the time but knew that they were late for their own wedding. Judging from how often his phone screen lit up, but he made no move to pick it up. She was curled into the gentle curve of his body, her breath calm and even, as if the world outside did not exist.
He just let her sleep, studying her side profile.
It wasn't just out of tenderness, though he felt plenty of that, but to quiet the riot of thoughts stirring in his mind. He told himself it was too early for conjugal impulses. Their wedding was that morning, and if he woke her up, they'd be done with it and back to where they left off the night before. But that even sounded improper. He told himself that he should continue to be gentlemanly.
But the truth was more complicated.
