Chapter 9
Eighteen Months Later
Ian woke up without opening his eyes, initially. He was hoping to spare himself the glare from the morning light—perhaps afternoon light, actually—and feeling the aches from being in the same position for a while. Trying to move his arm, Ian found it immobile. Briefly concerned, he opened one eye to find his arm immobile because it lay under the sleeping best man at his sister’s wedding—and his new husband. He smiled and moved his arm to wake up his sleeping ginger-man.
Andrew moaned a bit but rolled on his side toward Ian and opened his eyes directly into Ian’s. “Well, we’ve been in this position before.”
“Yeah, weddings seem to bring a free-flowing drinking atmosphere.”
“Wedding. We really did this?”
“You are stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
