Page 48 of Mine To Honor (Southern Wedding)

I get Cici to daycare before walking into work. Smiling at everyone, I pretend it’s just another day in the office, when it’s not. Nothing is like any other day because last night, in the middle of the night, I had a kiss that is—hands down—the kiss to end all kisses. It’s at this moment that I would pick up the phone and call Levi to discuss it with him, but I can’t.

I’m sitting at my desk, leaning back in my chair with my eyes closed, but that doesn’t help. All I can see is Levi’s face right before he came. My phone rings, making me jump when I think it’s him and he caught me thinking about him. I look down, seeing it’s Addison.

“Hello,” I answer, trying to sound like I didn’t get finger-banged last night. “How are you?”

“Why are you so weird?” she asks right away. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course it is.” I chuckle so fake even I secretly cringe. I hear the ringing and look down at my phone. “Are you FaceTiming me?”

“Yes,” she confirms, “answer.”

I swallow down and take a deep breath before I press the connect button. “Game face,” I tell myself as the white circle goes round and round when it says connecting. “Good morning.” I smile into the camera as Addison’s face comes into view.

“Good morning to you,” she greets and then I hear “Good morning” being chanted from behind her. “I’m here with the girls,” she explains, extending her hand so I can see them all sitting around a table.

“Hi, guys.” I wave my hand, knowing I’m totally being so fake right now.

“Before we get to why you look all pent up with sexual frustration,” Clarabella starts. “How is everything?”

“Everything is amazing,” I chirp, the smile not leaving my face. “I’m fine, Cici is fine. We are all fine.”

“Oh, my,” Addison states, “you look like you are about to cry.”

“I was going to say burst.” All eyes turn toward Shelby. “You know those cartoons where the person is like, I’m fine, but inside they are like shaking and their head is going to explode, that is how she looks.” I gasp. “But you look amazing.”

“Nice save,” Shelby notes. “How is married life?”

“Married life is married life.” I shrug my shoulders. “It’s fine.”

“Where do you sleep?” Presley taps the table in front of her, hiding her smirk.

“Well, I only have one bed,” I admit to them, trying to pretend it’s fine. “How is everything on your side?”

“Oh, deflection,” Sofia points out. “That means there is something there.”

“Is there?” Addison asks, her eyes big.

“No, there is nothing there.” I shake my head back and forth quickly.

“Is he packing?” Clarabella asks me, and if I could kick my own ass, I would, because the minute she says that, I feel my face flare up.

“Oh my God!” Addison says, pointing at me at the same time putting a hand to her mouth. “You had sex with him.”

I slap my desk. “I did not!” I deny. “We did not have sex.”

“Okay,” Shelby questions, “do you sleep in the same bed as him?”

“That’s the worst question of life,” Presley declares. “You sound like Amber Heard’s lawyers.” She laughs. “Did you drink a mega pint of beer?” She imitates the lawyer.

“I think they even objected to themselves; it was not a good day for her.” Clarabella shakes her head.

“Okay, let me do this,” Sofia urges. “Have you kissed him?”

“Oh, good question.” Addison points at her.

“We kiss all the time.” I roll my eyes.

“With tongue?” Sofia adds and now I glare at her. “That’s a yes.”

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