Page 132 of Accidental Husband
And I'm so fucking confused.
My heart is screaminghell yes, stay with Griffin forever.
My body is whiningdrag him to the spare room and fuck him senseless.
My head…
UGH.
"You must have imagined married life." He presses his palm into my lower back to lead me to the escalator.
I step onto the metal stair. "Yeah. But it was more an inevitability."
His eyes bore into mine. Not in that cross-examination kind of way. In anI understandkind of way.
"Everyone thought me and Jackson were good together. I'm not like you, Griff. I can't stand disappointing people."
He packs a dozen years of history into his nod.
"I… I just… I thought it was better, being with someone who only checked some of my boxes."
"Better?"
"Than being alone."
"You have me."
"I know. I just thought… I mean, you're not a subtle guy."
He chuckles. "What gave me away?"
"I always thought… if you wanted me, you'd take me. That's who you are. So I figured you didn't."
"I didn't realize it."
"Me either."
"I was stupid." His fingers slip beneath the hem of my crop top.
His touch makes my body buzz.
It calms the flutter of my stomach.
Eases the tension in my shoulders.
Thismakes sense. When it's me and Griff and the moment.
I want that.
We have two days left in Vegas. One and a half, really. I need to soak up every moment.
I step off the escalator.
He pulls me closer. "You don't have to worry about me."
"Hmm?" I move into the line. Scan the menu. There are exotic sodas from around the world—a dozen drinks only available in this store—but I know exactly what I want.
Diet with sugar free vanilla and cherry.
