Page 147 of Accidental Husband

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"You sleep with a lot of women." I crack a chunk of cone. Casually. Like I haven't been dying to have this conversation forever.

"I did, yeah." He rubs his wedding band with his thumb.

"Why?"

"You know why."

I have guesses why. But I've never asked point blank. "No… I… You know I don't like hearing about it."

"You were jealous?" His eyes fill with curiosity. And something else. Something I can't place.

"Yeah." I take another bite, but it doesn't buy me enough time. My words are still messy. "But not because they were with you. I was jealous of you."

"If you're about to tell me you were into Barbie, I'm gonna… not sure what I'm gonna do, but it's going to involve making you come."

My fingers dig into my thighs. I clear my throat. Direct my attention to my cone. But licking the ice cream only fills my head with more ideas.

"It was more…" I chew. Swallow. "The experience."

"Yeah?"

"You're so free about sex."

"That's tactful." He chuckles.

"Okay, you're a slut. But you're also free."

"Sorta."

"You don't… enjoy that?"

He wraps his fingers around mine. Brings the cone to his lips. Sucks matcha gelato into his mouth. "I love the taste of matcha."

"Since when?"

"For a while."

"How long?" I ask.

"Since you got into it." His eyes meet mine. "It feels like home. And nothing… nothing has ever felt like that."

I don't know what to say, so I steal the ice cream back.

"I fucked a lot of women. It was fun. It felt good. I came and made a lot of women come. But it never felt like that. Like— okay, don't let me use this flavor metaphor again."

"Okay."

"I sound like my fucking dad."

"You don't."

He shakes his headI do. "I tried a lot of shit. Different types of women. Different positions. Different styles of sex."

"Like what?"

"Name it."

"Have you had an orgy?" I ask.

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