“I’ve kissed you,” she says suddenly.
“You have. I remember it quite well.”
“I do too,” she admits.
“You were quite jealous that night, too.”
God, I love when she gets playfully angry.
“I wasn’t jealous tonight.”
My brow arches, and I bring her drink to my lips. “Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting.”
“Why are you so infuriating?”
“I’m whatever you want me to be, Sweetheart,” I say softly. And I mean it. Sure, working her up is funny. And hot. And, everything I’ve wished we still were. But all she has to do is ask me to be something different, and she’ll have it in a second.
“Do you trust me?” I ask quickly.
“No.”
I watch as she tries to be serious, her eyes holding mine pretty well for the amount she’s had to drink. But the small dimple in her cheek comes and goes, and I know that I’ve caught her.
“I feel like you’re lying.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I guess we’ll never know,” she says simply, pulling herself up again. She takes a step before stopping, her shoulders slumping. “Ugh, Cooper, I have one more horrible task for you.”
I chuckle. “What in the world could that be?”
“I need you to unzip my dress.”
That’s more like it.
“That’s just unfair,” I groan.
“It’s the law. You have to.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Henry, please.”
My heart beats a mile a minute at her using my last name.
“I don’t know if that works on me anymore, Mrs. Henry.”
She looks back at me, scowling. “It’s Miss Flores, Cooper.”
I spread my legs, leaning back into the couch more, a smirk plastered on my god damn lips.
“Okay, wife.”
