Page 32 of Anything But Convenient

There was no apologizing for what our bodies had done.

You were unexpected.

His next message had me tilting my head like he normally did. “Is that a bad thing?”

He immediately shook his head.

“So it’s a good thing?” I teased.

That got me a nod.

I laughed, then laid my head on his shoulder. It made me curl in his lap in a way that might have seemed odd given we were strangers not all that long ago.

Except now he was my husband.

Husband.

I still loved that word. Hearing it. Thinking it. Soon I’d probably have to write it too.

I couldn’t wait.

Takeshi wrapped his arms around me, one hand keeping me close as the other stroked along my spine. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

When I woke sometime later,it was to find we weren’t on the couch anymore. Instead, we were in a bed.

My bed? I looked around. No, not mine.

This room had more of a personal touch than mine had. And the scent of it. I recognized it instantly as Takeshi’s. The smell of rain and cedarwood blended so perfectly. I’d forever think of him each time I came across it.

The spot beside me was empty, though it was still warm. It made me wonder where my husband had run off to. And also, how long we had been in this bed together.

Before I could let myself fall down a rabbit hole of thought, I was greeted by the sight of a half-naked Takeshi stepping out of the bathroom. He was in a pair of tight boxer briefs and nothing else.

My eyes trailed from his feet all the way up his legs and torso, over the bandaged area I knew his wound sat, until I met his eyes. The look he gave me had my cock rising to attention again.

I looked down to find I was still in the clothes I had on earlier. I winced as I thought of the mess I’d made in my pants. It would not be fun to clean all that up.

Takeshi smirked at me, then walked over to his phone. He sat beside me as he typed out a message.

I would have taken you into the shower, but you were out of it. You seemed like you needed the rest.

“Probably. It’s been a bit stressful with the whole job search and then getting fired. Plus the wedding.” At his quirked brow, I rushed to add, “Not because I didn’t want to or anything. It’s just a big deal, and I was nervous. Shutting up now.”

I got to witness another of his silent laughs, which made me smile despite the embarrassing word vomit I just let out. Takeshi reached out, his finger trailing over the curve of my lips. I shivered at the touch, curious to know what he was thinking.

“I need to shower and change,” I said after a few intense seconds of staring at one another.

He dipped his head, then stood. His hand reached out to me. I took it easily, then followed him into his bathroom.

It was still steamy from the shower he’d taken, the warmth engulfing me and loosening my muscles. At the oversized stall, he started up the water and motioned for me to go on in. Then he pointed at himself and waved out the door.

I caught the basic gist. He’d leave me to shower. I think he was also implying he’d get some clothes for us both. That wasn’t really any of my concern. I could always just wrap a towel around my waist until I made it down the hall to my room.

My room.

Huh. It didn’t feel like that anymore for some reason. Probably because the kiss we shared on the couch felt likestarting a new level to this relationship. Add in the fact he had all the details of his injury prepared for me, and that was another step toward deeper feelings.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d fall in love with my husband.

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