My Human Mate novel Chapter 85

From feeling my eyes locked on him, Michael glanced over at me for a breif second before peeling his suit pants down his long legs and replaces them with a pair of trackie shorts.

"Tried love?" He asked and I shook my head "no" as I tried to stifle a yawn which he saw straight through.

"Go to sleep, it's late." He practically demanded in a soft voice as he slipped under the covers with me, still pulling me flush to his side after all these years.

"I don't wanna sleep." I muttered to him and my fingers played with the small wavy strand that fell just below his ears.

"Do you remember our day?" He asked with a small breath taking grin playing on his lips and a far away look in his eye as he remembered our wedding day.

"Yes," I dreamily sighed, remembering back to the hot beach wedding we had.

In all honestly, it had been a disaster.

It was 39 degrees and we had no shade for the whole ceremony. It was on the beach and everyone was bare foot, so the whole ceremony was shortened because those standing on the scorching sand had their bottom of their feet were burning.

I wore a white dress, obviously. It hugged my torso to just above my belly button before slightly flaring out to just below my knee. It was a very simple dress, yet the small white thread that created a wavy pattern on the torso made it look very formal and beautiful.

My mom had made the dress for me, somthing she had always wanted to do since I was a little girl and I couldn't have asked for a more perfect dress. In total it cost around $100 to make, so nobody was completly devastated when Michael dragged me out and into the water instead of running down the make shift isle and dumped us under a wave to cool down from the sweltering heat.

When we got the reception, my make up had been removed, the wedding dress was practically already dry from the scorching hot weather and inside the hall we booked out it was still very warm but it didn't stop us from eating, drinking, kissing and dancing the special night away.

The wedding cake had been an ice-cream cake by Michael's request, one that melted by the time we cut into it so the plan to make ice cream sundays instead of eating a slab of cake didn't really go to plan. And by the time we reached home, we fell into bed and made love for the whole night.

I couldn't have asked for a more perfect wedding truth be told.

"It was perfect." I whispered to him as I continued to twirl the strand of hair in between my fingers.

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