I Woke Up Married to Him

> I woke up with a hangover, a wedding ring, and a stranger in my bed. > > "Who are you?" > > "Your husband. We got married last night." > > His name is Owen. Tall. Gorgeous. And apparently, mine. > > "I don't remember anything!" > > "You never do when you drink." He smiled. "But I remember everything." > > The memories came back slowly. > > I've known him for three years. I confessed to him drunk—multiple times. I chased him for two years sober. Last night, I proposed. > > "So this whole time..." > > "You pursued me. Relentlessly." He kissed my forehead. "And I waited until you were sure." > > "What if I forget again?" > > "Then I'll remind you. Every time. For the rest of our lives."