The days before the wedding drew to a close as Sally felt a strange energy building up in her body as she thought about it.
She really couldn't tell if it were anxiety, fear, excitement or all three in one. But one thing she was excited about was finally belonging,
really belonging to Jack. When she looked back at the past few months she felt a change in herself. She was no longer the reserved, fearful Sally but a somewhat confident, at ease Sally. And for the first time in her life she was actually
loved .
The sunday before the wedding was to take place, Sally stood in the dress shop; her back turned to the mirror as the woman hemmed the bottom of her wedding gown. It fit perfectly; forming around her curves (curves she never even knew she had) and showed off her long neck and thin shoulders. The spiderweb sleeves hung around her arms and the gray bow sat leisurely on her hip. The dress was gorgeous.....
Sally bit back a smile as she thought about Jack's face when he saw her in it.
That night Sally noticed that Jack had restrained himself to only kissing her on the forehead when he greeted her at the door.
"Well....you see it's custom that I not
be with you until the night of the wedding. Although it's killing me not to touch you now...'' he said, a hint of a whine in his voice as he held her.
Sally laughed softly, inhaling the smell of his cologne.
"Well it's a good thing the wedding is only a day away, now isn't it?"
She kissed his cheek and stepped into the kitchen, hearing him mumble a soft swear followed by "Stupid customs...."
In truth it was hurting her, too, for him to be taking to that custom. She had gotten so use to having him kiss and touch her that she sometimes expected it. But she liked the idea of the wedding night being just that more special. And then she felt a twinge of regret as she thought of her last birthday; that night-that incredible, incredible night that they had spent in his room.
Maybe if they had just waited then maybe their wedding night would actually be a wedding night.....and if she had never gotten with Jonah.....
The feel of his hand touching her hair broke her out of her reverie and she turned, smiling up at him.
"Can't you go a minute without having to touch me?"
He scoffed, burying his face into her kneck.
"Beleive me, I'm holding back a ton of stuff I wanna do right now.''
Sally blushed, hugging him back.
Jack paced the floor of the grooms room; running a hand over his head as the seconds counted down to when he'd have to stand at the alter. Normally he would never be this nervouse but.....this was his wedding for goodness sakes. But oh no, he wasn't having cold feet. Not at all; he wanted to marry Sally, he wanted to marry her more than anything.
It was because he was scared she wouldn't be happy.
A minute to five Jack strode down the long hallway and through the small door that sat behind the alter. A slew of family and freinds sat in the pews and they all chattered happily as Jack waited for the music to play and for his bride to come out.
Suddenly the wedding march blared and and the gigantic oak doors at the other end of the aisle opened and Jack lost his ability to breath.
Sally walked towards him; her long red hair falling in thick curls around her shoulders. She wore the necklace he had given her for her birthday and if he didn't know her as well as he did, Jack would've never known it was the same woman.
Holding out his hand, Jack helped her up the steps and gazed at her. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was and how badly he wanted her and how happy, how severely joyfully out of his mind happy he was to be in her prescence.
They exchanged vowes and Jack pulled her into his arms and kissed her for all she was worth.
(next chapter will be longer. sorry for the wait and i hope you keep reading!)
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Bri
