Page 49 of The Last Love Story
“You should get some sleep.” Then he catches my yawn. “I should too.”
“Right. And I’m sitting on your bed.”
I hop up, cringing at how that sounded.
Glancing at the couch, my heart lurches.Seriously, how long do I make him sleep there?
What’s the alternative?
I hate this uncertainty and how weird it makes me feel.
I throw my thumb over my shoulder. “Let me know if you need anything.”
He’s already making up his bed on the couch.
“Will do.”
I stand there awkwardly, staring at him.
“Well… I, uh… sleep well. Goodnight.”
Then I turn and scurry toward my bedroom as he calls after me. “Goodnight.”
Once in the safety of my bedroom, I collapse on my bed and rub my hands over my face.
Why did no one warn me that a marriage of convenience isn’t always convenient? Sometimes it’s weird, complicated, and downright awkward, and that’s leaving out the tension that forms every time we’re in a room together.
I’m not sure if I want to kiss him or jump him or declare him mine forever. But I’m certain if we keep going like this, one way or another, that tension between us is going to keep growing until it explodes.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JUSTIN
The air conditioningisn’t cold enough.
That or I’ve been working too hard.
Or, it might be my wife standing a few feet away in a sports bra and workout shorts while she hums along with whatever she’s listening to.
Her back lightly glistens with sweat, and I run a hand down my own sweaty chest.
She was working out in her bedroom while I was reorganizing some things in the extra room, so I can build my recording space.
Now she’s standing in front of the blender, completely unaware of my presence.
Creeper, party of one.
But she’s my wife. I’m supposed to creep on her, right?
Fake wife.
But I don’t want her to be. I don’t want a second of this to be fake. I don’t consider it fake. Now, it’s just a matter of convincingJade. Maybe if I lean into our playfulness, the tension will finally spill over and we’ll take a step forward.
I’ll take anything I can get. Just having her lips on mine again would be heaven.
As she puts the cap back on the milk, I make my way over to her, wrap my arm around her waist, and pluck one of her earbuds out and put it in my ear.
“What are we listening to?”
