Thursday
I woke up to the sun streaming in through the window. James was still sleeping peacefully. We had gone to bed after a shared shower, and his hair was slightly curly in that way I loved. It reminded me of being in the rain with him.
The past few days had been amazing. I was finally able to focus on how excited I was about the wedding. I bit my lip. I was incredibly nervous about the vows. We hadn't talked about it again, but I was pretty sure he was going to say his own. I needed to come up with something. But no matter what I wrote down, I felt like it wasn't good enough. Like he was going to be grading me on my response. I shook the thought away. He wasn't my professor anymore.
I wanted to run my fingers down his abs, but I stayed still. I'm marrying James Hunter. I suddenly
