Chapter 23
Frank's POV I woke up on Brendon's couch, feeling my stomach immediately twist with nerves. It's a tradition that the bride and groom don't sleep in the same bed the night before the wedding so I was sleeping on Brendon’s couch since he's my best man. I would have slept in his guest bedroom but he had turned it into his office instead. “Morning,” Ryan said from the kitchen where he could see me. “Big day, huh?” “Huge,” I muttered. I walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a mug of coffee from the pot that Ryan had brewed. “Nervous?” He asked. I let out a low whistle. “I don't think terrified is even close to what I'm feeling.” “Yeah, I can imagine,” Ryan said. “I'm sure in the end it'll be great.” I nodded my head as Brendon came down. He gave ryan a kiss, waving to me tiredly.
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