It's the story of boy meets girl. It's the story of dreams coming true and being swept off your feet and everything else she used to mock growing up. She's got no use for knights in shining armor; not when she's found a good strong man who knows how to love her, whether it be by throwing her up against a wall when she's drunk and horny or curling her into him as they stay in bed far too late the next morning. He listens to her as she complains about how little she could care about save-the-dates, running a hand up and down her arm to let her know he hasn't fallen asleep. When she goes on for 20 minutes too long for someone claiming to be apathetic, he pulls her in close and rolls over her, shutting her up for good and long the easiest way he knows how.
She wakes up hours letter, amazed at the fact that they both somehow managed to fall asleep again. She watches him as she sleeps next to her, not bothering to hide the smile on her face that comes unbidden. With him, she is happy. With him, she has a future. The ring that glints on her finger. The beautiful white dress that's being hidden away at her fathers' home. She lifts his arm and snuggles in close to him, ignoring his groan of protest as she throws a leg over his. Right here, like this. She wants to stay like this forever.