Page 128 of Accidental Husband
I shake my head. "It's my new favorite band."
Her eyes go wide. "Oh." Her cheeks flush. "Then, um, a different band. Give me a second." She grabs her cell from the counter. Glares at the screen full of notifications. "You have these too?"
"Yeah."
"People have a lot to say."
"They always do."
"I…" Her eyes fix on the screen. Her brow knits. Her lips turn down.
This isn't helping her relax.
I need to drag her away from other people's expectations.
"The music," I say.
"Right." She pulls her Bluetooth speaker from the dresser.
I can't help but chuckle.
"What?"
"You packed your speaker?"
"I thought we had emo and YA afternoons planned."
"Yeah."
"So… how were we going to listen?"
"We could share your earbuds."
Her blush spreads to her chest. "We could… but I get confused when you're that close."
"Confused how?"
"I want to touch you."
"You're my wife. You can touch me."
Her brow knits with confusion.
Fuck, I'm too excited about this. I can't reel it in. I don't want to.
I understand why she's mixed up, but I can't pretend I feel the same.
Still.
If I want this to last, I need to be a good husband.
It's just…
How the fuck do I do that?
I've never seen a functional marriage before. Not up close. Not even from afar.
A peppy guitar riff flows from the speakers.
