Page 125 of Accidental Husband
My wife is fucking beautiful.
Those words feel too good. I want to swim in them. I want to whisper them in her ears. Hear them in mine.
But I made a promise.
I have to honor it.
"Can I come in?" I slide my hand into my front pocket, but the gesture doesn't feel casual.
"Sure." She steps backward. Motionsafter you.
I move into the room. It's the same room—same bed, same blue suitcase, same pile of clothes on the floor—but it's completely different.
This is my wife's hotel room.
"That really is good." She stifles her moan. "I, um… I guess everyone knows, huh?"
"You saw that?"
She nods. "I don't remember posting anything."
"Me either."
"Oh." Her brow relaxes. "I thought…"
"You were the only one who got too drunk to remember shit?"
She nods. "Yeah." Her laugh is awkward, but it still warms the room. "I, um… what do I say here?"
"How you feel."
"My specialty."
I can't help but chuckle. She's the same Jules. I'm the same Griff. A lot has changed, but that hasn't. "You think I'm happy about that?"
"It was your idea." She takes a seat on her bed. Presses her legs together. She's back in her street clothes—a cropped top and high waisted shorts.
"You look gorgeous today." I press my feet into the ground. I want to sit next to her. I want to wrap my arms around her. Hell, I want to pin her to that bed, push her shorts to her ankles, and dive between her legs.
But, right now, I need to give her space.
"Thank you." Her fingers curl into her thighs. "You do too." She takes a long sip. For a second, her eyelids flutter closed. Her brow relaxes. Her chest heaves. She groans a perfect, needy groan. Then she catches herself and clears her throat. "You, um… that's a really big tattoo."
"Yeah."
"Did you mean to get it so big?"
I nod.
Her gaze stays fixed on my fresh ink. "I, um, I didn't remember that when I woke up. Not until the shower. And the, uh… it looks good. Did you—"
"Designed it, yeah, but I didn't do it."
"Oh." Her lip corners turn down. "I was hoping… I don't know. It's stupid. I… I don't even know if I…"
"I'm going to honor my promise."
"Huh?" She presses her palm into the sheets.
