Chapter four

-WPOV-

I rolled over to my side and bumped into something hard but tender. I opened my eyes and saw a blur of familiar blue. I stretched slightly, as Ian wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He whispered gently.

I yawned weakly in response, stretching a little more in his arms. I reached up and rubbed my eyes so that I could see his face more clearly.

He chuckled, probably at my pathetic attempt to wake up.

“Am I really that funny looking when I wake up?” I asked playfully.

“No, you’re beautiful as usual.” He reassured.

“That doesn’t explain why you were laughing.” I countered.

“I was laughing at your kitten-like awakening.” He said briefly before connecting our lips.

“WANDA!” I heard Melanie shout. “WANDAAA!”

Ian broke the kiss and pecked my forehead lightly.

“I better go see what she wants before she makes our lives miserable.” I sighed

Ian frowned, making me giggle.

I joined our lips once more for a quick kiss, but Ian had other ideas. He pulled me closer to him and began to smolder my lips lethally. I broke the kiss, my breathing labored.

“Ian,” I said pushing his face away slightly as he tried to steal another kiss.

He scowled, “Why can’t she wait?” he looked like a little kid who was being reprimanded.

I reluctantly slipped out of his arms and the warm bed. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a black tank top and headed toward the bathing area.

“Meet me in the dining area for breakfast, once you’re done talking with Melanie.” Ian said as he made the bed.

I nodded, stepped out into the dim hallway, and headed toward Melanie.

“Wanda!” Melanie screamed with fury.

“Good morning to you too.” I replied sarcastically.

“We need to talk.” She said sternly.

“Okay, about what?” I asked.

Her face suddenly became torn.

“Mel,” I said my voice full of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yea, I guess.” She replied.

Uh oh. I’d read about this somewhere, when the bride or groom start having second thoughts about getting married. What was the word?

“Mel you’re not getting cold feet are you?” I asked worriedly. If it didn’t work out for Mel and Jared there was no hope for a marriage to work out between Ian and me.