Kat:
The house still smelled faintly of roses and champagne.
Confetti littered the corners of the hallway, like shy reminders of the celebration that had ended hours ago. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, propped a hand on my hip, and surveyed the living room. It looked almost normal again. The couch cushions had been fluffed, throw blankets folded, baby toys collected into a basket by the wall.
Not bad for someone running on two hours of sleep and a wedding high.
I wiped my palms down the sides of my pajama shorts and leaned against the armrest for a moment. The soft pink satin of my pajama set clung to my skin, the ruffles fluttering against my thighs as I moved. It had been a long day—but a good one. The kind that made your chest ache in the best way.
Shay and Saint ha
