Sabrina lay curled up against Alex's chest, her fingers playing lazily with the buttons on his pajamas shirt.
Alex had one arm under his head and the other resting around her shoulders, his fingertips brushing lightly along her upper arm.
Sabrina looked up at him with one brow raised. "So…" she said, voice low and warm, "do you want to talk about it?"
He tilted his head slightly, looking down at her sleepy smile. "Talk about what?"
She grinned. "Our wedding."
He chuckled. "I thought we were done after you dragged me to six bridal pages on Instagram in the last two days."
"I only dragged you to four," she responded defensively.
"For someone that didn't want to get married you're really enjoying this," he teased.
She burst out laughing and covered her face. Alex laughed softly, pulling the blanket over them both a little higher.
"Go on. Don't be shy. Tell me. What do you see? Big wedding? Small? Forest wedding with fairy lights? On a boat? In a castle? On air?"
