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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 allowed Wade, not until after the wedding."

He groans, "Fuck, I know but I've got morning wood baby."

I roll my eyes, "You are such a teenager."