Page 110 of Accidental Husband
It's weird, seeing it on her hand. For years, that ring has been a symbol of everything wrong with my family.
With love.
Hell, I brought it here as a visual aide. To help me explain that marriage is bullshit. So I could saylook at this ring. It single-handedly ruined my mom's life. You think she would have stayed with my dad after his first affair if this wasn't on her finger?
Fuck no. She would have left, found someone else, enjoyed her life.
Instead, she committed to him, let him treat her like shit and sleep with every woman who crossed his path. She took it until she couldn't take it anymore, then she bailed, and left this on my desk.
Probably to warn me not to get married.
Marriage is bullshit.
I still believe that. Mostly.
But I also want to marry Jules.
I can't explain it. I certainly can't reconcile the beliefs. Marriage is a bullshit trap and I'm desperate to marry my best friend.
Right now.
"Where are we doing this?" She stares at the ring. "Has it always been this huge?"
"Only if you play with it."
Her smile spreads a little wider. "Is that how you want to remember this moment?"
I nod to her half-full souvenir cup. "The two of us, surrounded by phallic imagery."
"Unable to discuss anything else."
"Have plenty I'd like to discuss."
"Yeah?" Her eyes meet mine. They fill with earnest vulnerability.
Fuck, I love this side of her. I don't get to see it much. Jules always has her guard up. Even with me.
But when she lets it down—
It's beautiful.
Not because her green eyes are gorgeous. Or because those curls frame her face perfectly. Or because her ass is—
Shit, I'm getting distracted.
I want to fuck her, yeah, but that's not what I appreciate.
It's the way she looks at me like I'm worth her trust.
She doesn't give out trust easily.
Knowing she's giving it to me?
That's everything.
"Griff?" Her fingers skim my chin. My neck. My shirt. "You there?"
"Thinking about you coming on my face."
