Page 243 of Accidental Husband
"I want to." I wrap my arms around his waist. "I love you. And I want you as my husband."
"I want you as my wife."
"We're gonna be late."
"Fuck that appointment."
"But we—"
"We're staying married. Why do we need to see a divorce lawyer?"
A laugh spills from my lips. "You sure?"
"I've never been more sure." He leans down and presses his lips to mine.
He kisses me hard and deep, like he'll never let go.
Because he won't.
Neither one of us will.
Epilogue
Griffin
"Is it going to hurt?" Jules's eyes go wide. She bites her lip. Presses her toes together. "Tell me it won't hurt."
"Baby, you've done this before."
She nodsI know,but she still squeezes the chair. "More or less than the ribs?"
"You remember those?"
"Not the first part. But the rest." She sucks a breath through her teeth. Exhales slowly. "What do I call it?"
"I like 'the rest.'" My hands go to her side. It's pure instinct. But then it's not like I need the excuse to touch my wife.
Yes, I want to trace the roses I added to her ribs. To my name.
It was our one year anniversary celebration. Her idea. She loved the tattoo but hated that I wasn't the one who did the work.
So we compromised. Fleshed out the design. Thorny vines wrap around the letters, end in lush red roses.
Guarded but beautiful.
Like her.
Like us.
I have to fight to get past her defenses, but when I do—
Fuck, there's nothing better than that.
She sucks another breath through her nose. Pushes out a shallow exhale. "Less or more?"
"Less." Ribs are at the top of the pain threshold. But hips aren't much lower. Not the bony parts. Not when they're covered with scar tissue.
"How much less?"
