Page 56 of The Fake Husband Play
Matching polo shirt steps in, tugging at Brad’s arm, muttering something about not looking for trouble on his birthday. But Brad’s that special kind of drunk that makes cowardly men courageous. And stupid.
His face flushes red as he spits, “Give me a break, dude. She was making eyes at me the whole time like she was into it, how was I?—”
“You wish, asshole,” Grammercy snaps, deep and dangerous enough to make me shiver. “She’s miles out of your league. Now, apologize to my wife, and get lost.”
My wife.
There they are again. Those two words… Two simple words that shouldn’t hit me like a lightning bolt to the heart, but they do. The way he says them—not like I’m his property, but like I’m his precious person. His girl.
His favorite.
He says it like the words taste as good in his mouth as they feel hitting my ears. Like he’s just been looking for an excuse to say them out loud and proud.
Something inside me splits open, and joy comes rushing in.
I’m so happy, so grateful, suddenly so certain that all my stressing about this attraction being one-sided was for nothing, that I act on instinct. My hands move beforemy brain gives them permission, reaching up to turn him around and pull his lips to mine.
Our mouths meet, and the world explodes.
This isn’t like our courthouse kiss—sweet and surprising and over too soon. This is a lifetime of craving a connection just like this one compressed into a single point of contact.
This is every moment I’ve watched him with Mimi and known he was the father I’ve always wanted for my little girl. Every night we’ve talked way too late on the terrace, and every morning I’ve caught him shirtless in the kitchen and melted in the warmth of his sunshine smile.
And from the second we collide, I would bet my hand that my fake husband feels the same way.
His fingers curl around the back of my neck as he devours my mouth, like he can’t stand the thought of letting me go and…
Wow…
Oh, wow…
I thought I knew what chemistry felt like, what desire felt like, but I was wrong.The longing rising inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever known. This is passion and need and tenderness, and every romantic wish I’ve ever had coming true.
The kiss is so intense that my knees buckle, but Grammercy is right there to catch me. He wraps his other arm tight around my waist, pulling me flush against his powerful body as I spiral deeper into the storm. The solid heat of him, the way our tongues communicate all the terrifying, thrilling things we’re too polite to say aloud, the sound he makes low in his throatas his heart hammers against mine, it’s…almost too much.
It’s like drowning, but I never want to come up for air.
His fingers dig deeper into my hip, and I cling to him like?—
“Uh, what the fuck,” a voice mutters, followed by a soft gagging sound.
Grammercy and I pull back, gasping for breath as we glance over to see a green-looking Brad fighting the urge to vomit.
“Come on, Brad, for real,” his twin says, his eyes locked on Grammercy like he’s just performed some kind of magic trick no ordinary man will ever be able to duplicate.
And isn’t that the truth?
If a kiss like that isn’t magic, I don’t know what is.
“Let’s go,chère,” Grammercy mumbles, threading his fingers through mine. “These boys have already wasted enough of your time.”
“Good night,” I toss over my shoulder as Grammercy leads me toward the front of the church. “Oh, and next time a woman tells you she’s waiting for her husband, I suggest you believe her.”
Her husband…
Hersexyas hellhusband, who’s currently watching her with dark eyes that say he’s not done with me tonight.
Not by a long shot.
