Page 50 of What If I See You

“Aww, how thoughtful of you, husband.” I grin up at him and he laughs and then shrugs his shoulder.

“It’s what good husbands do, right? Keep their wives warm?”

I can think of a few other ways you could keep me warm…

“Yes. Thank you. I appreciate this a lot. I’ll give it back when we get home.”

“Keep it,” he tells me. “Looks better on you than me, anyway.” He passes me a quick wink as we reach the car and then says, “Thanks for recreating those pictures with me this morning.”

After we got all dolled up and found a few key spots to take some random wedding pictures, we came home and relaxed for the afternoon. Well, Griffin relaxed and watched a hockey game on the sports network while I did some editing. And by editing, I mean I sat on the couch and thought about getting myself off in Griffin’s bathtub the other night only to be edged by him before I could finish. And then I thought about his face so close to mine when I asked him to help me with that whole door lean thing.

Okay, okay I may have seized an opportunity and done that on purpose just to stir the pot a little.

I’ll call it payback for the bathtime edging.

But then I didn’t really expect to be as turned on by his touch as I was.

There’s no way Griffin’s bad in bed and with the tension between us last night I’m a little surprised he didn’t crack. Part of me wants to try to break him. To see if he’s attracted to me, or if our wedding night really was just two drunk people making one bad decision after another.

“Of course. We’ve got to appease the parents, right?”

“Always.” He opens the passenger door for me and I slide inside.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He climbs into the driver’s seat and blows out a breath. “You ready to have the best lasagna you’ve ever had in your life?” he asks as he reaches to turn on the car.

I pat my stomach. “I didn’t wear my stretchy pants for nothing.”

“Good.” He chuckles. “You look amazing by the way. A lot more comfortable than this morning.”

“I don’t mind a heel now and then but you can’t beat leggings and a t-shirt.”

“Well, Naughty, you look great no matter what you wear.”

Naughty.

It’s a nickname I’ve not heard before.

And a nickname I never thought someone would ever have for me of all people.

But also, it’s one I kind of like, especially coming from Griffin.

The way he says the word.

Naughty.

It makes me feel a little dangerous but a whole lot fun.

He backs out of his parking spot and maneuvers down the ramp and out of the garage.

“So where are we heading for this world’s best lasagna?” I ask him.

He glances over at me and grins. “You’ll see. Make yourself comfortable. It’s a little bit of a drive.”

A little under an hour later we’re pulling into a driveway at the end of a cul-de-sac. My brows furrow and I look around at what seems like an ordinary neighborhood. Sure, the houses are roughly the size of tiny mansions but this is California. I would expect as much almost anywhere we go. The last sign I remember passing said Highgrove, so I have to assume that’s where we are now.

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