Page 73 of His Wild Attraction

Like maybe I was doing something wrong to make him leave every morning before I woke up.

Damn.

“Hey, Sammy fell asleep after having me read the same story three times,” Andres said, walking into our bedroom and shrugging out of his shirt.

He paused when he saw me standing there, wringing my hands. Head canted to the side, Andres continued to pull off his suit pants.

“Angel? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, well, ugh, I'm sorry,” I murmured, deciding to rush through it. “I know we started something in the kitchen, and I wanted tonight to be special. Trust me, I really did. I even had a whole thing I was going to put on for you, but, well,” I stammered.

“Ellie?” he asked, but it sounded more like a command.

“Fine. I’ll just say it. I got my period,” I blurted.

“Oh, okay. I understand,” he said.

For the first time since we married, I watched him grab a pair of gym shorts from his drawer and tug them on over his naked body.

“I’m sorry. Um, I’m going to go sit in the living room,” I said, sighing.

“Why?”

“Cause I feel bloated and sad and I just wanna lay on the couch with a heating pad, eat popcorn, and watch John Wick.”

“Sounds good to me. Come on,” Andres said, offering me his hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling as though I was walking in slow motion as Andres led me back to the couch right in front of the ridiculously large entertainment center in the living room.

“Uh, I’m going to watch a movie with you,” he replied, eyebrow quirked up adorably.

“Why?” I asked, utterly at a loss and completely confused.

“Isn’t that what you want to do?”

“Yessss,” I whispered.

“Okay. Let's do it then. I have all the John Wick movies downloaded already,” Andres replied.

He turned the lights on their dimmest setting and grabbed a throw blanket from a secret little cubby built into the couch. Then he grabbed the remote and handed it to me.

“Are you sure?” I asked, dropping my stunned butt on the comfy couch.

“I’m sure, Angel. Plus, I make really good popcorn. Go get comfortable. I'll be back in a minute,” he said, dropping a kiss on my temple.

Swoon.

Something about him kissing me there, right beside the scar Gary gave me, warmed my heart.

I thought about it for a second, and realized it was a spot he kissed often. Heat filled me. Tenderness, too. Some of it spilled down my cheeks.

By the time he came back with a tray overflowing with goodies, I had the movie locked and loaded, my cheeks wiped, and some of my composure back.

Andres looked at me curiously before he handed me the bowl of delicious smelling popcorn and a bag of peanut M&Ms.

My favorite.

Next, he handed me a heated pad that smelled like lavender, and I sighed, placing it on my abdomen.

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