Page 175 of Accidental Husband

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"Jules." His footsteps move closer.

The music moves with them.

He's carrying the speaker to my room.

It's teasing and silly and perfect.

Maybe this will be okay.

Maybe he won't run.

Maybe he'll accept it.

"Jules." His fingers brush the door.

I try to reply, but the words get stuck in my throat. My thoughts are a mess. I can't explain it. I don't even understand it. How can I make him understand it?

Jules: Don't open the door.

Griffin: I won't.

Jules: Thanks for the tunes.

Griffin: Have to admit something to you.

I'm a disappointment.

He's mad.

He hates me.

Griffin: This song makes me hard now.

Jules: OMG.

Griffin: It does.

Jules: Is this the time?

Griffin: Are you smiling?

Yeah, I am. It helps. It really does.

Jules: Maybe.

"I fucked this up last time." His voice is earnest. Caring.

"A little." My words are a squeak.

"I'm not good at this stuff."

"I know."

"But I want to be. I want to give you what you need."

I nod. Of course, that isn't helpful. He's on the other side of the door.

Jules: I don't know what I need.

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