Page 169 of Accidental Husband
Fuck, she feels good.
I need her this close.
I need her to always be this close.
I don't understand much, but I do understand that.
"He was too jealous." I offer her the spoon.
She stirs the boiling shrimp and veggies. "Yeah, but then… well, it's kinda hard to say he was wrong. Considering."
I shake my head. "Wouldn't have happened if he'd kept his pants zipped."
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
She takes a spot next to me. Warms a pan and coats it with olive oil. "You really didn't realize?"
"That I was in… that I wanted you?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't," I say.
"You were going to let me marry this guy you hate?"
"He's not good enough for you."
"You were still going to let it happen."
"Since when can I stop you from doing anything?"
Her lips curl into a soft smile. "You have your ways."
"Manipulation and bribery, yeah. But they're not my preferred ways." I place the colander in the sink. "That morning, did you want to go through with it?"
"I don't know. It felt so… inevitable. There was all this pressure. It didn't feel like I was driving. More like I was on a train, being led to a destination."
"You can get off a train."
"At a stop, yeah, but that felt like the next stop."
"Less embarrassing to get divorced after six months than to call off the wedding?"
"Kinda, yeah." She pulls her arm over her chest. "I… I did love him. I don't want to play that down. Because I really did."
"I know."
"I wanted to dance with him at prom. I wanted to walk on the beach. To make love—"
"You did not say make love."
"I did. And I wanted to make love on his bed, the weekend his parents were out of town."
"It was terrible."
"Not the point." She pulls fish sauce and sesame oil from the pantry.
