Page 13 of Resisting Your Love

I stood at my kitchen window, looking at my backyard. Nothing stared back but grass. I kept saying I was going to put a pool in the back, but I hadn't done that yet. I needed something to do. There were no tattoo appointments booked for today, so there was no need for me to go to the shop.

Maybe the wife — nah, I wasn't going to go there. She wasn't going to bite my head off if I tried talking to her.

When I heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen, I turned and saw Amryn making her way inside with a worried look on her face. It had me wondering what the problem could be.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She gnawed her bottom lip, causing me to observe her. As much as I didn't want to, I was. Amryn was tiny with small curves and was short as hell. The red sweater she had on clung to her figure, as well as the black tights. She made the outfit look good. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail out of her face. Even with her honey-brown face clear of makeup, she still looked breathtaking to me. One thing I could say was that she wasn't an ugly girl.

"Levi?" she called my name, gaining my attention once again.

Damn, I got caught staring at her. "Yeah? You never told me what was wrong." Even if she did, I wouldn't have known. I was too busy staring at her as if I had that right. Although we weremarried, that didn't give me that right since it was a loveless marriage.

She crossed her legs and uncrossed them. "I need to go back to my father's house. I left something very important there and am going to need your help to carry it out of the house."

I gawked at Amryn, not at all expecting her to need my help with anything. And the fact that she came to me to tell me that surprised the hell out of me.

"When are you trying to go?" I asked.

"We can go whenever you are ready," she stated, licking her lips.

My eyes had a mind of their own, gazing at those sexy, full lips of hers. "We can go now. I don't have anything to do."

She gave a slight nod. "Okay, cool. Let me grab my shoes then."

After we got the chest box from Amryn's father's house, we headed back to the house. Since we were already out, I thought it would be best to get something to eat, but only if she were up for it. I turned the radio down and tapped her arm. She glanced over at me.

"Before we go back to the house, do you want to go get something to eat?" I asked her.

She arched an eyebrow. "From where?"

I shrugged. "Whatever you are up for. I noticed you were ordering from Dunk's Wings a lot."

She smirked. "Yeah, I love their wings. We can go there."

"Word. Are you always this quiet?" I asked her, trying to make conversation.

She chuckled. "No, not really. I'm known to be quiet because I'm always to myself."

That was something I could understand. "We have three years together. I know both of us not trying to stay in the house for three years muted."

She laughed out loud. "Yeah, I guess not, but what is there to talk about?"

I shrugged. "It's a lot to talk about. We know nothing about each other. We don't have to be mad at one another or want to bite each other’s head off. Yes, all of this has blindsided both of us, but we could be friends if that's what you want."

"I guess you do have a point. It just feels so wrong, you know."

I nodded. "I do, but it's nothing we can change about it. Not yet, anyway."

Amryn sighed. "Was it true what your mother said?" she teasingly asked.

I lifted an eyebrow and looked quickly at her. "What did my mother say?"

"That you would come to their house drunk and get in their pool to skinny dip?"

I groaned, not at all liking the fact that she remembered what my mother told her three days ago. I didn't even know she was paying attention since she was muted. "Uhhh, yeah. I was wild as hell. I'm trying to slow down, though."

She giggled. "That's a crazy thing to do while your parents are at home."

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