We laid in the center of the bed with Smith cradling me tight. He had
fallen asleep a while ago, but I laid wide awake and restless. I traced
circle patterns on his chest, loving the way his smooth skin felt under
my touch. Everything weighed heavy on my mind.
Unable to lay in bed for any longer, I swung my legs off the bed
and slipped away. I grabbed my clothing and closed the door behind
me, then dressed and began making a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich.
Smith's soft breathing sounded through the walls, making me
smile.
It disappeared soon after I recalled yesterday's events. The
wedding had gone by without a problem, but his mother's wicked face
cut into my mind like a nightmare. And what did she mean he was like
his father? Who? I hadn't wanted to pry into the details of his
childhood, but now my curiosity returned with a vengeance.
