𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 || 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

I GROAN WHEN I OPEN my eyes to the sun streaming through the window.

My head is pounding with a splitting headache from drinking too much whiskey last night. I used to party until dawn, catch a few hours of sleep, and wake up feeling good as new. Now, anytime I have a few drinks, it feels like I've been hit by a dump truck, the effects lingering for hours.

As I shift in bed, I'm aware of a warm body curled up behind me, which is strange since I never invite anyone back to my apartment or hotel room. The women I've slept with know my terms-one night, no strings attached, and no misconceptions of a long-term commitment. And I always leave before they wake up.

When I glance over, my breath catches when I see Y/n lying next to me. Dark tresses fan out across her pillow, her full lips slightly parted while she sleeps soundly.

The last time I saw her before last night was a few weeks after high school graduation. Her parents had just gotten divorced, and she left for college early. Suguru and I took her to the airport, and as much as I hated seeing her go, I told her she would have the adventure of a lifetime.

"Fuck," I mutter.

I'm in the same bed as my best friend's sister, and I can't remember what happened after we left the piano bar last night.

This is bad. Very bad.

I disentangle myself from her, easing her arm from my hip so I can get up. I pause when she stirs, letting out a soft moan, but within seconds her breathing evens out.

I'm relieved to find my phone on the nightstand and unlock it. A cold sweat breaks out across my forehead when I see my screen saver has changed to a photo of Y/n and me sitting in the back of a bright pink Cadillac.

In front of a wedding chapel.

She's wearing a fitted white wedding dress, completed with a short veil and high heels. A small bouquet of daffodils rests on her lap, and she is smiling into the camera. My arms are banded around her waist as I look down at her with affection.

Holy fucking shit.

I wipe my hand across my face, pausing when a cool piece of metal brushes against my skin. The weight on my ring finger registers, and my gaze shifts to the nightstand where the marriage certificate confirms my suspicions-Y/n and I got married.

Memories from last night begin to flash back into my mind. Y/n laughing while browsing a rack of wedding dresses at a boutique located in the Shoppes at Premiere. An officiant dressed as Elvis reading us our vows. Me carrying Y/n across the threshold of our hotel room.

I vaguely remember ordering room service. After our dinner of cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes, we watched several reruns of Big Bang Theory in bed, and fell asleep cuddling.