Page 8 of Spiralling Skywards: Fading
I looked up at him, still smiling.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. We should have a little roll play with that later on.”
He bit down on the corner of his bottom lip and winked at me.
I had the sexiest motherfucking husband in the history of motherfucking husbands!
“I’ll be your rock star, you can be my groupie.”
I stick out my bottom lip and pout.
“I don’t wanna be a groupie.”
“All right, well I’ll be . . . give me the name of a hot, married rock star.”
“Marley Layton.” I didn’t hesitate, and my swift answer had his eyebrows pulling up.
“Marley Layton? He’s gotta be what, forty?”
“Still hot, though.”
Liam shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, I’ll be Marley Layton, you can be . . . what’s his wife’s name?”
“Ashley, or Ash I think.”
“Whatever, she’s stunning so that works. We’ll take the jackets on honeymoon with us and play ‘Marley and Ash.’ Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
