Page 230 of Falling Out of Hate with You

“What? That’s just wrong.” I load everything, then open the passenger door for her.

“No, it’s so I don’t throw up,” she counters as she buckles in.

“He doesn’t make me use one when we talk.”

“You don’t talk about our sex life.”

“Of course I do. How do you think I got the handcuffs in the first place?” I waggle my brows, then pull out the blindfold and hand it to her. “No peeking.”

She exhales a deep breath, sighing as she gives in and takes the black fabric.

“Can I at least choose the music before I have to wear this?” she asks when I get behind the wheel.

“Of course, sweetheart.” I flash her a wink, then press a kiss on her knuckles. “Then sit back and relax. We’ll be there in a couple hours.”

I love surprising my wife. She does so much for our family and deserves this and more. She’s also put up with my ass for almost two decades.

After finally admitting our feelings, we had two kids before we said our vows. Every day, I’m still amazed that she picked me.

“I’m bored and can’t look at the scenery or read,” she complains an hour into the drive, which causes me to chuckle. Viola always has her nose in a book on long car rides.

“We’re halfway there now. Want to listen to an audiobook?” I suggest.

“Can I take off the blindfold to search for one?” she asks optimistically, but I know she’ll recognize where we’re headed.

“Nope, but I could pick one out.”

Viola barks out a laugh. “The last time I let you do that, I was bored to tears. You have the worst taste.”

“Market Wizards isnotboring. It takes an acquired taste to get into money and marketing.”

“Pfft. Bad taste,” she mutters.

“Fine. Do you remember your senior prom?”

“Uh…vaguely, why?” she asks, caught off guard.

“Do you remember who you went with?” I prompt.

“Kevin Alistar.”

“So, I guess I’m not the only one withbad taste.”

“Dammit, Travis!” She swings her arm and smacks my bicep.

I chuckle, grabbing her hand and weaving my fingers through hers. “I was jealous as fuck. I came home from college that weekend and wanted to punch his nerdy little brains in. Told Drew I wanted to hang out, but in reality, I was hoping to see you. Didn’t realize how ragey I’d feel when I did.”

“Really? Jealous over Kevin?” Viola chuckles.

“You know damn well I was. The way his arm snaked around your waist and how his eyes stared at your chest. He’s lucky he didn’t meet my fists for being a perverted pig.”

Viola snorts. “You acted the same way, don’t forget.”

“That’s different. I knew you’d eventually end up in my bed.”

“Oh my God. You haven’t changed. You’re still full of yourself.”

I bring her hand to my lips. “That’s why you love me, baby.”

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