Page 154 of Accidental Husband
We did get married on a drunk whim, but, uh…
Fuck.
The elevator stops on our floor.
I squeeze Griff's hand. Move into the hallway. Around the corner.
Straight to my room.
Beep-beep.
I open the unlocked door. Motionafter you.
He steps inside.
The door slams shut behind me.
Griff's hands go to my waist. He pulls me into his arms. Lifts me. Pins me to the wall.
"Fuck, I need to be inside you." His lips press into my neck. "Are you safe?"
"Huh?"
"Jackson was cheating."
"Oh. Yeah. We, um, we hadn't in a while. And I got tested at my last checkup. And—"
"You complain about your IUD every month." His lips curl into a knowing smile. AnI love your quirkssmile.
Because he does.
And I love that he loves them.
And I love his too.
And I'm pretty sure I love him in a way I've never loved anyone. A way that goes beyond Griffin my best friend. That goes to, well, to the way I'm supposed to love my husband.
As if I need more pressure.
I'm not confessing to my best friend.
Or my fuck buddy.
Or my boyfriend.
I'm telling my husband I'm a disappointment.
Awesome.
So awesome.
I…
He…
"Jules?" He cups my cheek with his palm.
"Yeah."
