Page 39 of Two Friends in Marriage
I hate hearing her say that.
I close the distance between us.“He definitely doesn’t, but he isn’t sure what to make of our relationship because everything happened so fast.”
She sighs and scrubs a hand over her face.“I don’t want to cause any problems between you and your brothers.”
“You’re not causing problems.Things will return to normal soon.”Though me jumping back when Jane touched me may not have helped.
“You can tell him the truth, if he can keep a secret.”
“He can.But I won’t.”A part of me wants to tell my older brother, but I feel like he wouldn’t understand, and he’d be concerned that I gave up on love.
But as I look at Jane now, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth…
I did expect our relationship to change a little once we got married and started spending more time together.A deepening of our friendship, so to speak.
Except my feelings aren’t platonic now.No, some part of me aches for a romance—with her.There’s a sexual component to it, sure, but it’s not simply lust.
“Is everything okay?”she asks, a notch of concern appearing between her eyebrows.
She’s gotten better at reading me over the past month.Or I’ve gotten worse at pasting on a smile and pretending everything’s okay around her.
“Yeah,” I tell her.“I’m good.”
After all, I’m married to an amazing woman, aren’t I?
Chapter 13
Jane
ItstartsonMondaymorning, which is terrible timing.
After my shower, I come downstairs and find Evan sitting on the carpet by the back door.He’s still working on positioning Watson and a friend.Yes, it appears that our penguin now has company in the form of a plush green frog.Evan puts the small frog on Watson’s head.
“Stay still,” he says.
The frog promptly falls off.
However, Evan’s next attempt is successful.His lips quirk up as he turns toward me, and I feel an unfamiliar spark in my body.
My husband is wearing shorts and a white T-shirt, nothing I haven’t seen him wear many times before.He’s also wearing his glasses.
Why do I find this ridiculously charming?And why am I mesmerized by the sight of his arm?His hand, as he pushes himself up from the floor.They’re just body parts, and yet…
I think I’m experiencing physical attraction?
“Your coffee’s outside,” he says.
For a few seconds, my feet are rooted to the floor, but then I retreat to the table out back, where the caffeine-and-chaos mug is waiting for me.That seems fitting since my feelings are rather chaotic right now.
“How’s your workweek looking?”Evan asks.
I’m weirdly entranced by his lips.Why is this happening?Why am I imagining those lips around my nipple?
“Um.Not too bad,” I say.“Yours?”
I maintain some semblance of a conversation for the next few minutes, but I keep being distracted by the stupidest things, and when Evan smiles, I swear I canfeelit inside me.
Having coffee together outside is usually a pleasant, comfortable way to start the day.But now, it feels anything but comfortable, and I don’t want him to know.I’m relieved when I’m able to escape to my office upstairs—two full floors away from Evan—and turn on my work computer.Hopefully that experience was temporary, and when I see him again at lunch, I’ll be back to normal.The only times I’ve felt sexual attraction, I was in love, and that’s only happened twice.
