I flopped face down on the bed. "Awe, this is the life."
All the aches and pain of my muscles were soothed away in the comfort of the mattress. And, this was why rich folks had the flawlessness of everything. They had the better stuff. What any guy who did hard labor would do for this mattress.
"Where is Haley?" I asked Kevin, laying the side of my head against my hand.
The bed felt empty without her. I wondered how we were going to cope when she was gone. I wouldn't mind if she would stay with us. Kevin never seemed to care either. Wherever she slept was good for him as long as he knew she was okay.
Kevin kept typing on his laptop. "She's downstairs painting."
Ugh!
I groaned. "Again. I'm really starting to hate this wedding thing. I hope she doesn't spend the entire night this time.
