Page 31 of Imperfection is Beauty

I fucking craved her touch.

Which was why the first thing out of my mouth was, “If you don’t mind, rather you do it.”

Smart DuPointe. Fucking smart. She’s what? A buck thirty and you’re pushing two hundred and sixty-seven pounds?

She bit her lip, and then nodded, “Okay, but be warned. If I run you into something, I’m sorry. Okay?”

I cocked my head to the side, “Why would you run me into something?”

She grimaced, “Well, I’m kind of a klutz.”

I grinned, “You got the whole way down there to tell me about that.”

She sighed, shook her head, and then grabbed my wheelchair that an orderly had just pushed into the room and then left once she told him she had it.

But what really had the man beating a hasty retreat was the glare from me when he fucking smiled at her.

He didn’t have the right to smile at her. And he got that. Oh yes, he sure as fuck had.

Without realizing anything had taken place, she locked the wheels. Once I was in it, she started pushing me out of the room, down the hall, and we were at the elevator before she spoke.

“This one time, I was waiting for my dad to pick me up after school. We had this brick wall outside where everyone sat and waited or just hung out on it. Anyway, I was leaning up against it and was thinking about something. Then I forgot I was leaning against it, lifted my head, brought it back, then slammed the back of my head into the wall.”

I winced in sympathy. “Ouch.”

The elevator doors opened, I asked, “What else?”

She huffed out a breath as we got in, and the doors closed, “I’ve walked into five clear glass doors; thankfully, my forehead has broken my fall. And you remember the day we met, right?”

I grinned at the memory of her wide gorgeous eyes staring up at me, and then I bit back a curse at what had occurred before that moment, and needing to calm down from the anger of those fucks laughing at her, I asked, “You never answered me, do you still have my hoodie?”

It was her words and the snicker from her mouth that had me chuckling, “Finders keepers.”

It was then that the doors opened, and I looked over my shoulder at her and grinned, “Guess you’re right. Looked better on you anyway.”

Thankfully, I caught the chuckle that wanted to burst forth as the wheelchair froze for a moment.

I grinned.

So, I wasn’t the only one who was affected.

Thank fuck.

Then I looked at her as she rolled me to a stop at Van’s truck, and then locked the brakes on the wheels.

Carefully, I got up and then climbed into Van’s truck.

Needing to let her know she wasn’t the only one affected before I pulled the door closed, I said, “You ever want one of my shirts to sleep in… you just say the word.”

Then I closed the door, and Van put it in drive and pulled off.

Then… well… that was when I realized I had flirted with a woman while I was technically still married.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Marcus, don’t you dare do that again.

Well… thirty more days and if I got what I wanted, I would never feel the urge to ever flirt with another woman.

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