Mason
Adrian caught me in the kitchen at midnight, both of us apparently unable to sleep with the ceremony now less than a month away, each nursing a glass of water we weren't actually drinking.
"Vows still giving you trouble?" I asked, recognizing the particular restless energy he was carrying.
"A little," he admitted, settling onto the stool beside me. "I keep writing something that sounds like a business proposal instead of an actual declaration of love. Old habits."
I laughed, understanding completely given how much of Adrian's early communication with Becky had, admittedly, carried that same careful, negotiated quality before he'd learned to simply be honest with her instead.
"What's got you stuck?"
"I think I'm trying to capture too much," he said. "Everything she's taught me,
