you woke up beside anton, hair messy and the bedsheets too as the sun shone inside your room, giving a natural light. on the floor scattered your heels and his shoes, his white suit, your bouquet and your rose garter. on the nightstand stood a half filled bottle of champagne and two wine glasses

anton held you close in his sleep, hands under your pajamas as you felt the cold band of his wedding ring. the room was filled with gifts from relatives long to be opened. your dress displayed on the sofa made your heart swell, reminding you of yesterday night where you both read your vows and slow danced, truly a heartfelt moment.

"morning.." anton's soft and sleepy voice caught you off guard as he nuzzled to your neck, still half asleep. you could see the marks on his neck all the way down to the collarbone.