Ryan
As The rehearsal dinner came to an end and everyone began getting up from their chairs to linger and visit or leave, I turned to Sam and reached for her hand again. I’d held it earlier in the night for reasons I still didn’t fully understand. I’d just needed to touch her at that moment, and she had seemed both happy and freaked out when I did it. Now, she just looked at me with a curious, little grin.
“Hmm? What’s up?”
I swallowed, nervous. I hoped she didn’t take this the wrong way.
“I was thinking,” I began slowly. “Maybe you and Henry should sleep at my house tonight.”
She froze, tensing her entire body, and then she narrowed her eyes, her suspicion obvious.
“Why?” she asked in a low tone.
There were a million reasons why I wanted her and Henry with me in my home, but the ma
