Page 57 of The Last Love Story
Crisis averted.
She goes through a bunch of questions and some preparation information with me, and even though I want to ask a thousand questions about the recovery process, those are better saved for my doctor.
“Now, you obviously won’t be able to drive after you have the procedure done. Will you have someone with you who can drive you? Or someone who can pick you up?”
“My husband will be here.”
She frowns and looks back at the screen. “We have you listed as unmarried here.”
“Oh, uh, it’s new. Last weekend. We were in Las Vegas and had a whirlwind wedding.”
The nurse beams at me. “Good for you. Life’s too short not to live a little.”
I chuckle at that. If only she knew how much I waslivingright now. Self-publishing was the greatest risk I ever took until now. But the scarier thing is that marrying Justin never felt like a risk. I’m not sure if that’s a red flag or a green one, but so far, this man has been throwing up all the green flags, and I’m ready to hit the gas andgo.
We haven’t even kissed since our wedding—though we came close yesterday—but I want more. Not only more kissing. More of him. And physically… I want everything.
A small voice in the back of my mind whispers the words I’m afraid to admit.
I want everything else with him too.
The reliefI felt at walking into an air-conditioned apartment this afternoon was instantaneous. Even though Justin spent the day insisting everything was going fine, I was still worried.
I did my best to not be too annoying with my need for updates.
Justin insisted I take my time today and get every little thing done, stop for lunch, grab a coffee, and pick out a good book.
Bewitched Books and Coffee is one of my favorite places on earth. The staff are incredible, they have a great selection of indie authors, they’re incredibly supportive of local authors and artists, and they make the best coffee.
I wandered there for quite a while sipping on a latte.
After I got home and took a shower, Justin had dinner waiting.
He never stops. And even though it’s a little strange and I’m afraid to get too used to it… I love it. I’m so used to doing everything alone. It’s nice not to have to… even if it’s something I have to get used to.
After multiple texts this morning asking how things were going, he told me to stop.
Let your husband handle it.
My body flushes at the thought of all the things I’d like him to handle.
The way I’d like him to handle me.
His fingers biting into my hips as he holds me while I ride him.
And now I’m overheated.
Good thing I have a working air conditioner to cool things down.
I stand up and round the couch, heading for the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Justin asks.
“Just turning the AC down.”
“I can do it.”
He scrambles to his feet and jogs toward me, only to come to a stop next to me as I stare at the thermostat.
