Page 179 of Accidental Husband
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That wasn't a joke. He really did find a comforter with Robert Pattinson's face on it.
Where the fuck did he find this?
A laugh spills from my lips. It breaks up the tension in my jaw. It's not enough to relax me, but it's something.
"Hey." Griff knocks on the door. "You want me to leave this or—"
"Come in." I pull the comforter over my head.
He turns the handle.
The door creeks open.
A chuckle spills from his lips. "I take it you like the decor?"
"Yeah." I roll onto my side, so my back is to him, so there's no possibility I'll have to look him in the eyes. "How's the rice?"
"Almost finished."
"Good. I'm… well I'm not really hungry anymore."
He moves closer. Sets the water on the bedside table.
Then he climbs into bed next to me.
He leaves the comforter between us as he places his body behind mine.
I want to soak up all that intimacy.
But I can't.
Not yet.
"I know you're disappointed," I say. "Just don't… don't look at me like I've failed you."
His sigh is heavy. "Jules, no."
I swallow hard.
"I don't want to get wrapped up in that shit."
"But—"
"It hurts you didn't tell me. That you lied. That you could tell him and not me. But that pales in comparison to knowing you went through this."
"Oh."
"I don't know what to say either." He rests his head in the crook of my neck. "But I want to be here. To listen."
"Okay."
"If you need to lie here by yourself—"
"No." I pull the blanket tighter. "Stay."
"When was the last time?"
