"Horny for my wife? Isn't that as it should be?" I'm shaking my head no the whole time he speaks. Yet my body is feeling the exact opposite. The thought of him wanting me and calling me his wife is pushing all of the right buttons.
"It doesn't matter. That"—I point at his cock—"will never fit inside of me."
"That's all right." His voice goes soft and sympathetic. "If I can only ever get a few inches in, I'll still die a happily married man in the end." My mouth drops open, and I’m honestly at a loss for words.
"Oh my God." That’s the best I can do right now. I slam the door again but jerk it back open, this time not covering myself. He's already seen it. I hold my hand out with my shoulders back. He takes it and kisses the back, and I smack his hand away. "My phone, you pervert."
"I'm the pervert?" His brows rise in a challenge. I might have been the one climbing all over him. He spent most of the time making sure I didn't fall. Thank God he was a gentleman or who the hell knows how much further last night would have gone? I respect him for that.
"Phone," I snip, and he pulls it out of his pocket. "You stole it?"
"Safe keeping."
"Stole it."
"We're married, so I'm not sure that's the case." I slam the door again. It's childish, but it feels nice. I spot a buttoned shirt hanging on a hook and put it on as I call Katherine.
“Ghostbusters! What can we do for you?” she answers.
“Why are you so chipper?” I know she was matching drinks with me.
“I don’t know. I feel great.” Okay, we are both still drunk.
“We have a problem.”
“Why are we whispering?” she whispers back.
“Because I’m in a compromising situation.”
“You’re at Hollis’s place, right?” Is that what she was told? “Oh shit, I see your location. You hussy, this is taking the seduction thing to a whole other level. Damn, when you commit, you go all the way. I wish I had that kind of dedication. Do you think there is a class or something that teaches dedication?” She pauses her rambling. “I want extra cheese, please,” Katherine shouts. “Do you want to come over for breakfast?”
I have never met a person who talks more. When I was in the city, I'd call her at night, and she'd talk me to sleep.
"Katherine!" I hiss.
"It's fine if you want to have Betty's breakfast. I won’t tell Grams."
"I'm hiding in Pierce's bathroom in his shirt with a wedding ring on my finger!" So much for whispering.
"Wait, hold on here." Finally she gets serious. "You got married without me? You could have at least let me wear a horrible bridesmaid's dress." I hadn't thought about the wedding. I want one if I'm married. I shake those stupid thoughts from my head.
"I'm not really married."
"You are," Pierce says from the other side of the door.
"Stop eavesdropping!"
"Do you want to let me go? Friends should avoid interfering in each other's relationships. It can cause problems."
"I'm going to murder you and leave you in the Hollowsville corn maze."
"I'm going to put spiders in your bedroom."
"Don't say that." I get the chills thinking about it. For a girl that spooks easily, there isn't a bug or creature she won't pick up like they're old friends. I’m usually ready to stomp them and she’s setting them free outside so they can invade once again.
"I don't mean it,” she says sheepishly. "What are you really up to?"
"I told you!"
