That Wedding: A Small Town, Friends-to-Lovers Romance (That Boy Series Book 2)

Phillip is lying in bed, watching TV, while I take a hot bubble bath. I’m not feeling great. Phillip made me go to the doctor today because the cold I’ve been fighting for a couple of weeks has turned into a stupid sinus infection. He gave me some strong antibiotics, so I should be feeling better quickly.

The holidays were a blur. We had an amazing first Christmas together, and we’re on the countdown to the big day. I can’t believe, in a couple of weeks, we’ll be married! I think I was just nervous before. I know Phillip is the one for me.

I’m sure of it.

How can I not be sure of it when he’s so sweet to me? He got my prescription filled, brought me home chicken noodle soup, and watched a movie with me. I slept through most of the movie because I was lying with my head on his lap, and he was running his fingers through my hair. He woke me up after the movie and told me I should take a hot bath and then come to bed.

I get out of the tub, lie down next to him, and immediately fall asleep.

I’m on the phone with a friend, telling her that I’m marrying Phillip.

I’m not sure who exactly I’m talking to, but I’m telling her how excited I am.

How Phillip and I will be the perfect married couple.

How we were made for each other.

I gush on and on about how amazing Phillip is. How I’m sure he’s the man for me.

But, as I’m gushing on about him, all of a sudden, I watch myself burst into flames.

I’m on the phone, speaking, but yet I’m burning. I’m like the burning bush.

Apparently, God believes I’ve just spoken blasphemy, that I’m not right for Phillip.

I wake up to Phillip shaking me.

“Princess, wake up. You’re screaming.”

I guess you tend to do that when you spontaneously burst into flames.

I’m shaken by the dream.

Was the dream a sign from God that I shouldn’t marry Phillip? Or is my mind messing with me?

Phillip kisses my forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a bad dream.”

He rolls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. I think fleetingly, before I fall back asleep, that God must be wrong.

Because I belong in this exact spot.

Forever.