Wes
“You’re watching without me?” Sawyer jumps when my complaint reaches her. Over the past few months, we’ve been watching The Bachelor together, and I’ve come to think of it as ‘our’ thing.
“There was nothing else on.” She shrinks into the couch. “I just started it, so you haven’t missed much.”
I settle in next to her, far enough that we aren’t touching, but close enough that we could with a subtle shift.
“Did Jen and Pop head out?” Saturday is usually their date night, but as the wedding gets closer, their schedule has become less predictable.
“Cake tasting. No, wait. That’s next week. Tonight, they’re picking the menu for the reception dinner.”
“I can’t believe how much stuff goes into a wedding,” I mumble.
“I can’t believe your dad’s as excited about it as she is. I mean, Mom a
