Korey
7 days.
A whole 7 days.
168 hours, until my wedding day.
I'm lying in bed next to Wade, he's fast asleep, his chest rising and falling gently, he looked beautiful, I wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning. His tattooed chest was a work of art, this man was a walking canvas, I'd always wanted tattoos but not like this.
I gently run my finger down the middle of his chest.
"Korey, don't even," he says groggily.
I pull my hand away, "Sorry."
"How long have you been up?" he yawns.
"Not long," I reply watching his stretch, watching his muscles flex and relax.
He looks at me and smiles, "You're so beautiful."
"Even without my wigs and make-up."
He laughs, "You look perfect without them."
I smile, "Breakfast?"
His eyes go hungry, "Of course."
"No, you know we aren't all
