Sixteen
My phone buzzing its way off the nightstand and clattering to the floor was not how I pictured waking up to my first day as a married woman. I groaned, the haze of too much alcohol and food making my body heavy. J.T. lay beside me, one arm thrown over his head, his bare chest rising and falling as the blankets shifted with my movements.
I wasn’t too hung over to remember the fun we’d had last night when we’d gotten home, keeping the promise to each other to celebrate and focus only on each other until morning. Well … way into the morning. I groped blindly until my fingers found the charger cord, still miraculously plugged in. I tugged until I got my hand around the phone to see two missed calls and a text from Avery. I ignored them all and hit redial, pressing the phone to my ear
