Page 108 of Until Tomorrow
“I’mhappy!”Evasquealed,twirling in an unsteady circle as we entered our condo. I chuckled and caught her by the shoulders to keep her from falling. When she glanced up at me, I kissed her forehead gently. Her happy little sigh was my reward. “You’resohot.”
“Thank you,” I said because I had no clue how to respond to her when she told me things like that.
“No, like… ridiculously hot,” she continued. She whirled fast to look at me, and I grabbed her before she toppled.Step one: get her out of those heels.As I knelt in front of her to do so, she gestured wildly to all of me. “This.All. Of. This. So hot. Those guys tonight have nothing on my husband. What would you say to becoming my personal stripper?”
“Sure, why not?”Thankfully, she wouldn’t remember this in the morning, or I’d have to follow through.
“Why is it so hot that you’re on your knees for me?”
“I’m just taking off your shoes, honey,” I reminded her. Of course, she was in those strappy heels I loved with all the damn buckles. It took some finesse to get her out of them.
“Would you kill a man for me?” Eva asked.
“Absolutely not,” I answered all too quickly.
“Would you do shady things for me?”
“It depends on what your definition of shady entails,” I said. I glanced up to see those deep blue eyes laser-focused on me. “I’d do anything for you, Eva. Obviously, there are some exceptions, like outright murder. But I hope that’s a reasonable thing not to expect me to do.”
Standing, I kissed the tip of her nose.
“So hot,” Eva muttered one more time.
“You’re very good at stroking my ego when you’re drunk, honey.”
“Oh, I’ll stroke something, Mr. Lawyer.” She fluttered her lashes at me. “We could role-play. I’ll be your delinquent client, and you can show me your briefs.”
“Tequila makes you frisky,” I commented, slowly managing to steer her toward the bedroom.
“Tequila makes me horny as fuck, and then my hot husband makes my lady parts feral,” she informed me very matter-of-factly. I laughed harder.
I managed to fend my wife off while I got her undressed and into one of my t-shirts. She stretched out on the bed with a yawn, every curve tempting as hell.
“C’mere.” She beckoned me toward her with one finger. I braced on the bed and leaned over her. Grabbing a fistful of my shirt, she dragged me closer. “I want you.”
“Not tonight, honey,” I said and kissed her once. “You are very drunk, and you need to sleep. I’ll put a water bottle on the side table for you if you need it. And the trash can just in case.”
Both of those things were true, but I also didn’t feel comfortable doing so with her anyway. Not when my thoughts and my dick were currently stuck on Loren. It didn’t feel right to do anything with her when he was the whole reason I felt turned on.
She let out a long groan of frustration but flipped onto her side. I covered her with her blanket and set up her side table just in case. Before I ever made it to the door to leave, her quiet snores filled the room.
Despite the late hour, I was wide awake. I settled in my office, not sure what the hell I was going to do, but needing to be alone. Eva could sleep through anything when she passed out from drinking, so I didn’t have to worry about her.
Which left me sitting there thinking about Loren.While I had no regrets about how the night ended—the kind of oddball multi-date had been fun—my brain was on a loop of what-ifs. What would’ve happened if we got the chance to finish our date?
Instead of doing anything remotely productive, I texted him.
You two get home safe?
His response was surprisingly fast.
LOREN: Oh, yeah. We’re good. Katy’s already passed out. I barely got her shoes off her.
I managed to at least get Eva in comfortable clothes before she fell asleep.
LOREN: Good, good. Did I miss any gems of commentary from her? I’m going to write down all the crazy shit that woman says. It’s a gold mine of entertainment.
It thrilled me to no end that they adored Eva and her wild nature exactly as she was. In light of everything we were figuring out for ourselves, I was becoming painfully aware of how people in my social circles perceived my wife. It made me care a whole lot less about spending time with them. She deserved a place to be loud and funny, creative and intense.
