Page 222 of Accidental Husband

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"Yeah?" I ask.

Griff nodsyeah. "You're perfect for me."

My cheeks flush.

Griffin pulls me into a slow, deep kiss.

Half the room claps.

My blush deepens. "We're popular."

"Think they'll keep watching if I keep going?" Griffin teases.

Oh God.

Brendon shakes his head. "He will."

"I know." I pull back. Press my knees together. "He's incorrigible."

Griff just smiles. "I take that as a compliment."

"I know." I clear my throat. "I…"I love you. "I know you."

He nodsyou do. "I know you too."

"Yeah?" I ask.

He nodsyeah. "And I know you want to sing another Paramore song." He points to the book. To a song.Thesong.

I shake my head. "I think I'll spontaneously combust."

"How about I serenade you?" he asks.

"I still might," I say.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asks.

I shake my head.

He takes the mic from Emma. Gets up on that table. Skips right to the song.

I swear to God I melt.

I really do.

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By the timewe get home, I'm ready to pounce.

I drag my husband to our bedroom. Tear off his t-shirt. Unzip his pants.

I fuck him senseless.

Then he flips me onto my stomach, pins me to the bed, fucks me senseless.

After, he pulls me into his arms. Holds me close. Whispers sweet nothings in my ears.

It flits through my head—his request for honestly, our appointment Monday, my inability to communicate properly.

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