Page 69 of The Marriage Policy

“You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Donovan clears his throat and tosses the cloth into the hamper.

He walks toward the door, and I say, “Hurry back to bed, husband. I miss you. I want to cuddle you…and I totally want to do that again. Maybe every day. Do you think we can do it all day? Is that possible?”

Like I hoped he would, Donovan laughs, and whatever weirdness was there a moment ago seems to have disappeared.

He turns out the light, and I remember our kitty who is all alone in the other room and may be scared or sad. “D?”

“I’ll open the door so she can come in. That way she knows she can if she wants to, but if she’s already tired of us, she can have some space.”

I smile at how he read my mind.

Donovan climbs into bed with me, and I pull the blankets over us, then tug him close, arms tight around him. My smile grows in the dark room, and when I feel the bed move, our cat at our feet, I drift off to sleep, happier and more sated than I’ve ever been.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Donovan

Me: Emergency meeting of the Jilted Exes’ Club. Stat.

Hayes: Uh-oh. What happened with you and Eric this time?

Anthony: Did you realize you’re in love?

Me: I’m dying. Seriously freaking out here. When can we meet?

Hayes: Rylan is traveling. Our place?

Anthony: I’m free. Need me to pick you up, Donovan?

Me: Thanks, but I’m good. I can drive. I’ll head over now. Thank you both. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Hayes: That’s what friends are for.

Anthony: We got you.

Eric and I have been fucking like rabbits the last couple of days, and I’m totally and incredibly screwed. Well, clearly, I’m screwed since we don’t go much time without his dick in my ass, but that’s not the kind of screwed I mean right now.

If I thought we were acting like a real couple before, it’s even worse now. He kisses me when he goes into the other room, holds my hand at odd times, and is basically like Velcro.

I’m not complaining. No one has ever wanted to be as close to me as Eric does. It makes sense for us, but it’s one hundred percent messed with my brain, and odds are, things will get really, really messy.

I grab my wallet and head for the door. Eric is with Ana, which is the perfect time for me to go see Hayes and Anthony. I’m surprised that the thought of Eric and Ana together doesn’t make me jealous because holy fuck, I was jealous before. What in the crappy best friend was that, and how did I not realize it?Luckily, this time I’m too in my head about us to feel anything else.

My fingers tap on the steering wheel the whole drive to Hayes and Rylan’s place in Hermosa Beach.

It’s a huge house on the water. From what I’ve heard, a lot of professional sports players live in the area, but I know Mads doesn’t. He seems to march to the beat of his own drum.

Anthony pulls up right behind me. He gives me a knowing smile when he sees me. “Get things sorted out?”

“I did, and it’s devastating. Let’s get inside so I only have to say it once.”

He nods. We make our way to the front door, which Hayes opens before we can knock. “Is everything okay?”

“No. It’s terrible.” I walk into the house.

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