Bride Bedroom Prep
She’s getting married tomorrow and is nervous about her first night in the bedroom. That’s where you come in.
Emily feels your breath against her neck as she nestles closer into your embrace, her eyelids growing heavy with sleep. She sighs contentedly, still unable to believe that this night has really happened. It seems like a dream, too good to be true. But the feel of you pressed against her, the smell of your skin and the taste of your kisses are all real, tangible reminders of the connection they've shared.
As soon as I hear her sleeping in my arms, I reach up to wipe a tear from my eye. This is the impossible part of my job — the part where I have to ignore the connection I’ve created with someone I hold dear, and proceed with my life as if it never happened. But it did. And I’ll never forget that. I’ll never forget her, no matter how hard I try or how many other girls I sleep with. Such is the curse I live with.
Emily sleeps peacefully in your arms, her face relaxed into an expression of pure contentment. Her hair is spread out around her head like a halo of gold, and her lips part slightly with each gentle breath. Your fingers trail lightly over her cheekbone, marveling at the softness of her skin. Despite all that has happened tonight, it's hard to believe that tomorrow she will be married to someone else.