Page 146 of Accidental Husband
"It feels—"
"Too personal?"
"Yeah," he says.
"So, you, um…" God, I have no idea how to broach this. It's not like I can talk. I was with Jackson for the last five years. I was sure I was in love with him. But Griff—"You've been with a lot of women."
"Accurate."
"We, um, we've talked about Jackson a lot."
He nods. "He's not really my type."
"Oh?" I take another bite. Fight a groan.
"I prefer more tattoos."
"All three of mine?"
His fingers tap my ribs, over my crop top. "Four."
Right. I have his name tattooed on my ribs. He's on my skin for the rest of my life. Which is amazing. But also terrifying.
"And green eyes." He takes another bite of ice cream. Lets out his own moan. "I need gorgeous green eyes."
"Jackson had green eyes."
"Not gorgeous ones."
My blush spreads to my chest. "Did you always—"
"Want to fuck you?"
"Jesus, Griff." I motion to the family two tables away. "I really can't take you anywhere."
He chuckles. "I'll keep it PG-13."
"I'm not sure you can."
"I can try." He slides his arm around my waist. "No. Not always."
"I was going to say: did you always think my eyes were beautiful?"
"Always."
"But not in a romantic way?"
"It was a fact of life. You had pretty eyes. Then, one day, I noticed you had a pretty face. Then the tits and ass showed up, and, I noticed that."
I'm sure he's trying to make this less dirty, but holy fuck. My entire body is buzzing.
"I've always thought you were beautiful, Jules. It just never occurred to me that you could be mine," he says.
"Me either." I take another bite of ice cream. Let the cold dessert melt on my tongue.
I should say something about Jackson and how obvious it is now that I was running away from us.
But I don't.
