It's September 3rd, my besty's wedding.
Bonnie's wedding was the definition of PERFECT! As expected I was the maid of honor and Michael was the Best man.
Michael stood to the side with two other guys I didn't recognise, all of them dressed in similar dark suits. Only Michael had actually ditched his jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves of his
white shirt, leaving the ink on his thick arms exposed. I kept staring at them, thinking of the times I used to run my fingers on that ink. Everyone else faded into the background.
He looked so damn good, It hurt.
He looked up and found me staring, embarrassment threatened to flood me, turning my face to red. But he stopped and stared at me too.
For a second, there was just me and him. Words were spoken and I heard Bonnie's laughter but no
