His arm brings me in closer to him to mold against his body.
“Go back to sleep.”
“No. It’s okay. I can’t stay in my slumber all day. How long have you been up?” The sheet is a tangled mess around my body, but I don’t care.
“Who knows.”
I sigh and bring my hand to rest against his chest. “It was wishful thinking, was it? To fuck all night to forget?”
That’s what we did. On my belly, back, side. Fast and slow. Dirty talk and silent words. Everything but talking.
“We knew it was coming. I have to dial in for a work call in a bit. Maybe that’s luck, as I don’t particularly want to face anyone over scrambled eggs.”
“Of course not. It has to be sunny side up.” I attempt to make him smile, but he doesn’t seem in the mood.
“What’s on your agenda for the day?”
I grumble. “I’ll be brave for us and run into Foxy Rox for coffee to-go. I can bring you one back if you are eager to hide away.”
He bites the corner of his mouth. “We have to face the music. It isn’t about practicality and ensuring you get the building. That’s not what we can yell from the rooftops.”
The pit in my stomach returns with dread. “I know.”
“We probably need to talk about what it also means for u—” He stalls and doesn’t finish the sentence, but I could do it for him, as I know the ending.
My finger jets out to hush his lips. His chin is gruff with short stubble, and it nearly distracts me but not enough. “I think we need caffeine first and to maybe destress once before I go.”
At last, his mouth breaks out into a smirk because I’ve cracked him. I’ve also prolonged the start of a conversation that has been looming for days. It’s scary, maybe messy, and tide-changing. All the more reason I want to hold on to any extra minutes that I can get before we open our mouths on the issue.
“Destress? I could kind of use that right now.”
Before I know it, Oliver has flipped me to my back and I have to giggle when he gets frustrated with the sheet, attempting to rip it away. “Remind me to burn these. I don’t appreciate obstacles in the bedroom.”
I only laugh more until it turns into a whimper because he is touching my pussy with his tip and already pumping inch by inch inside of me.
When our eyes link, we grow quiet but don’t look away.
Every minute with him lately binds us closer.
We both know it. We just don’t say it.
Esme staresat me blankly as she sits across from me at the table by the window in Foxy Rox. Then takes her straw to sip purposely the last drop of her iced coffee. The noise scratches my ears. It was silly of me to think that I could slip in for coffee unnoticed. It’s Everhope.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, even if it was obvious.”
She huffs a laugh. “I admit that I was blindsided about the marriage part, everything else not.” Her shoulders sag and she pushes her drink to the side. “It does sting. I don’t know why you didn’t share it, but I also respect your decision. Everyone should conduct their relationships in their own way. I’m not going to judge… only wonder.”
I gulp because I can predict what’s coming. She’s going to pick not only for the details but also my mind.
“It seems I got married before you.” My effort to bring the focus back to her fails.
“Who cares. Now tell me how it happened? Clearly spur of the moment, right? I mean, you two only hooked up a few weeks ago. Then boom.” She snaps her fingers in the air. “He’s calling you wifey.”
“And he is also doing it to help me get the building for my preschool, so please keep that fact to yourself. I can’t have the old lady figure it out until after I’ve signed everything.”
“Ooh, devious.” She folds her hands over one another on the table and gets comfortable for the gossip she intends to receive. “Are you staying married? Or, like, I don’t know. It’s not like youdon’t have feelings for one another. You’ve consummated the marriage I’m sure more than once.”
“Esme,” I warn her, but she just grins cheekily.
