Page 138 of Be My Wife

Like me.

It’s another shot that hits its target.

As soon as I park, Elizabeth throws her door open and stomps inside the building. I follow, confused and annoyed.

We get into the elevator.

I stare at our stiff reflections. It’s the complete opposite of how warm we were this morning. I had her nestled in the corner. She was staring up at me, eyes brimming with affection and happiness.

Now, it’s so damn cold.

The elevator opens.

We step into the house. It’s quiet. Mom’s staying with Steph tonight so we’re alone for the first time since Elizabeth moved in.

I run a hand through my hair. “Look, Liz… what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” She yanks her purse off her shoulders and crosses the room.

I follow her to the kitchen. “That comment about your family—”

“That was out of line.” She pours herself a drink. “Sorry.”

It’s an apology.

A resolution.

But it doesn’t feel like this fight is over.

Not with the way she’s still glaring at me.

“You’re upset.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Let’s talk.”

“What the hell are we doing now?”

My lips twitch. How is it that I still find her so damn attractive when she’s scowling at me?

“Liz…”

“Do you want some water?” She tries to escape to the fridge.

I capture her hand and hold her close. “You’re beautiful to me.”

She glances away.

“Everything about you.” I run my knuckles down her chin. “I like being with you. Making you smile.” I lick my lips, realizing I’m botching this confession. “Well, what I’m trying to say Elizabeth is that I l—”

She cuts me off with a frantic kiss to my lips.

My eyes widen.

Hers flutter closed.

Slender arms wrap around my neck.

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