Chapter Forty-Two
Jen
Fatigue from a long day hit me early, by normal standards. I retreated to the empty downstairs guestroom to rest my eyes. Our friends were playing party games.
But like a magnet, Dylan was drawn to me.
“Feeling okay?”
I stretched my hand out toward him and he sat on the bed with me. “Just tired.”
“It’s quiet in the front house if you need to sleep.”
“Not yet. Just need to rest my eyes for a bit.”
He kissed the hand he held. “Good, because I’m not ready to say goodnight.”
I shook my head. “It’s only one night apart.”
“I’m not as used to it as I used to be.”
“Aww.”
He eye-rolled and started to stand. “Well, if you don’t appreciate it.”
I tugged on his fingers. “Stop.”
He came down closer to my face, eyes warm. “I can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle.
