Page 162 of Accidental Husband
With every song, I want to understand her more.
I miss her more.
I need her more.
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After an hourand a half of driving, I hand over the reins. Take the spot in the middle. Watch the desert whip past the windows.
My head gets heavy.
My eyes get tired.
I lean against the window…
Wake to a buzz in my jeans.
Jules: I want to talk to you. I do. I just don't know how. I'm sorry. But please be patient.
I shift out of my seat, look to her.
She mouthsI'm sorry.
I pick up my cell. Tap a reply.
Griffin: Don't be sorry.
Jules: I completely locked you out.
Griffin: You were honest about it.
Jules: I'm not sure that's true.
Griffin: Have you lied to me?
Jules: Is that supposed to be an accusation or a comfort?
Griffin: A question.
Jules: I don't know. I don't think so.
Griffin: You come on some other guy's face?
Jules: You're obsessed with that.
Griffin: I know what I like.
Jules: Obsessed.
Griffin: That makes sense to me.
Jules: Cunnilingus?
Griffin: Sex.
Jules: Well, yeah, it's been your coping mechanism forever.
Griffin: That's not it.
