FULL NOVELXO That Wedding: Chapter 63
I wake up with a start. I look at the clock. It’s almost seven, so I wake Phillip up.
“Phillip, I’m not sure we should go on our honeymoon. I’m pretty sure the plane is gonna crash.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, I just had this dream, and it was horrible.”
He doesn’t even roll his eyes. “Tell me about it.”
“Okay, so we’re already married, and all our wedding guests are on an airplane with us. I’m in my wedding dress, and you’re in your tux. We’re in the cockpit of the plane. You were flying.”
“Sweet.”
“I take that back. You were not flying. You were crashing.”
“Well then, I promise not to fly or crash the plane on our honeymoon.”
“What if it’s a warning? Like a premonition?”
“I’m gonna be glad when we’re finally married, so you can stop with the disaster dreams. And, hopefully, if that’s the case, we crash on the way back from the honeymoon.”
He smirks at me, and I playfully smack his arm.
“Phillip, that’s not funny!”
“Okay, fine. If all our wedding guests were on the plane, we couldn’t have been going on our honeymoon anyway.”
“Oh my gosh, Phillip. I didn’t think of that. What could that mean?”
“Did we actually crash and die?”
“What? I don’t know. I woke up when we were getting ready to crash, but no, we hadn’t hit yet.”
“You just didn’t see the end of the dream then. I know what happened.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do. I took control of the plane, pulled up the wheel, and safely landed it. The wedding is going to be brilliant, and our honeymoon is going to be like a fantasy.”
“I’m pretty sure it didn’t end that way.”
“My mom used to tell me, when I had bad dreams, that the ideas were coming from my brain, and if it was scary, I should just use my mind to change the dream. Like all those scary, awful ones I used to have where you would attack me.”
He pretend shudders, so I make a sad face.
“What’s with all the dreams?”
“I don’t know. I’ve had vivid dreams my entire life. I guess the good news is, they’ve moved from wedding disasters to honeymoon disasters.”
“Our honeymoon is going to be amazing. You in nothing but some skimpy bikinis and some sexy lingerie all week sounds like heaven to me.”
“You suck. Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?”
“Because I wanna surprise you. If I tell you, you’ll look at it on the internet and know what to expect. Trust me. It’s practically paradise. So, hey, speaking of dreams, you ever have any about me?”
“Maybe a few.”
“Tell me.” He’s holding my hand and slowly twisting his fingers through mine. It’s like he can’t be near me without touching some part of me.
“Remember that night I was out with Mark and whined to you while sitting on the kitchen island? I had a dream that, when he brought me home, he turned into this werewolf/vampire creature. I don’t remember, but it was scary. You saved me. Opened up the car door, stabbed him, and dragged me safely away.”
“Sounds a lot like real life. I was always rescuing you for some reason or other.”
“Yeah, but unlike real life, after I was safe, I kissed you.”
“Now, this is getting better.”
“Not really. I think it’s like an unwritten princess contract of some kind that, after you’re rescued by a prince, you have to kiss him.”
“I think you were just hot for me.”
“Ask any little girl, and she’ll tell you. It’s in every fairy-tale movie. You get rescued. You pay him with a kiss.”
“Well, that sucks.”
“There might have been another one that I had, um, quite often actually.”
“Is it a good one?”
“I think so. Remember that flag-bikini day when our feet got accidentally tangled up, and we both fell down?”
“Of course I remember it; however, you tripped me on purpose. Admit it.” He tickles me.
“I will say that it was a planned accidental entanglement of our limbs.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“Regardless of how we fell, remember how you rolled me over, sat on top of me, and then leaned down to yell at me?”
“Like this?” Phillip rolls on top of me and leans down close to my face.
“Yeah. Only, in the dream, when you leaned in, you kissed me.”
Phillip leans down and kisses me. A lot. Eventually, he stops. “Then, what?”
“Then, you kissed my entire body and took off my bikini, and we kinda did it right there, in the grass.”
“See, I knew you wanted me all along.” Phillip pulls off my nightie and kisses down my body.
“Well, no. In the dream, you wanted me. You know, that was the first time I ever did that, like in a dream.”
“I was your first sexual dream partner. What an honor,” Phillip teases.
“I should tell you that I didn’t like the dream.”
“Why?”
“I felt very conflicted about it. I liked the dream, but then, you know, you were kinda like a brother to me. It felt a little wrong.”
“But you kept having the dream?”
“Yeah. And I kept wanting to have the dream, which was even worse.”
“You should’ve just attacked me.”
“Maybe I was waiting for you to attack me. Like you did in my dream.”
“You’re right; I should have.” He kisses down my neck. “I’ll try to make it up to you.”