Page 166 of Accidental Husband

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Jules: Okay.

Griffin: Be patient with me too.

Jules: I promise.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Griffin

By the time we arrive at my place, I'm dead tired.

I get our suitcases out of the trunk. Wish Dean and Chloe goodbye.

They wish me good luck, get in their borrowed car, and drive away.

Jules hugs her purse to her chest. "Griff, I—"

"You don't want to stay anymore?"

"I do."

"So what's the question?"

"Oh, I just thought you—"

"Don't want to share an apartment with my wife?"

Her eyes go wide. "It doesn't feel real."

"I know."

"Do you think it will?"

"We have until Monday."

She nodsright, even though that's not quite accurate.

Yeah, she agreed to give me the weekend, but it's not like there's some curse compelling her to stay past Monday.

If she wakes up Tuesday and decides she wants a divorce—

Fuck, I'm not considering that possibility. Not yet.

"You hungry?" I roll my suitcase to the apartment door.

She follows. "The better question is: where can I get a matcha right away?"

"It's—" I motion to the dark sky. There isn't a single hint of light. Just the blue sky, the silver moon, the distant stars. "Late."

She nodstrue. "What about matcha soft serve?"

Fuck, that fills my head with ideas. I need to taste her lips again. I need to taste every inch of her skin.

Tonight.

I need her coming on my face tonight.

No, I need to listen. To wait. To give her space.

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