Page 165 of Accidental Husband
Griffin: I will.
Jules: Huh?
Griffin: Be patient.
Jules: Oh. Thanks.
Griffin: We are married.
Jules: It's completely insane.
Griffin: Yeah. You're stuck with me now.
Jules: I was going to say the same thing.
Griffin: You got the worse end of this deal.
Jules: Are you kidding? You have a job. I'm about to start an MFA program.
Griffin: You'll figure it out.
Jules: Or I'll work at Starbucks my entire life.
Griffin: You'd never work at Starbucks.
Jules: Okay, I'll beg for a job at that matcha shop on Abbot Kinney.
Griffin: With how much you'd save, your salary would be worth double.
Jules: True. But it's not a career.
Griffin: You're smart. You will figure it out.
Jules: I want to believe that.
Griffin: It's okay you're scared.
Jules: I'm doing it. And I don't want your input on how I'm supposed to feel about it. Even if your input is "whatever you feel is okay."
Griffin: Is that your way of saying "fuck off, Griff."
Jules: Maybe.
Griffin: I love when you bitch-slap me.
Jules: Is that a kink of yours?
Griffin: No, but if you're into it, I'm game.
Jules: Uh… no. Not at all.
Her lips curl into a half-smile. It's easy. Normal.
That's what I want.
Everything I want.
Griffin: Make me a promise?
