Bankers' Hours by Wade Kelly

Author:Wade Kelly [Kelly, Wade]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 9781634769747
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-03-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10: Need, Want, And Fearing The Things I’ve Never Done

I WOKE up and Tristan was gone. I panicked slightly but spied a note on my dresser.

Grant,

I left because it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding… or some shit like that. I’ll meet you at the courthouse at 8:15. I’m not mad. I want to marry you.

~T

P.S. Sorry about the sheet. I had a wicked wet dream about you last night.

I walked back to my bed and inspected the sheet. It was dry, but I could see the spot he referred to. I rather enjoyed knowing he dreamed about me so vividly, since I dreamed about him all the time. I pulled the sheets off after tossing the pillows aside and remade the bed. I couldn’t leave it until after work.

I walked into the kitchen, and it hit me. “Holy shit, I’m getting married this morning.” I tried my best to remain calm as I ate some cereal and made my lunch for work, but my nerves were jumping. I took a shower, only to stare at the cowlick in my hair afterward as I combed it. “Seriously?” I asked my hair. “Of all the days for you to decide to look like Alfalfa.”

I was admittedly too young to have watched Our Gang when it was originally on television, but when I had lived with my mom she had often watched reruns of very old black-and-white shows like Our Gang, The Andy Griffith Show, and The Munsters. I thought they were funny, so I had never minded watching with Mom. Now, though, I didn’t want to look like the kid with the single clump of hair standing straight up on the top of his head. I was getting married!

I did what I had to do to fix my hair and went to the closet.

I donned the shirt Tristan had picked out. It was white with thick blue pinstripes. A very different look for me, but it matched so well with the sports jacket I had also bought that I was very pleased. Moreover, my new shirt matched the navy blue shirt Tristan had picked out, which meant the pictures we took together after the ceremony would look nice.

Deep breath. I left my house, got in my car, and met Tristan at the courthouse.

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