“Are you hungry?”
“I guess.”
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Go upstairs. I’ll have food brought to our bedroom.”
Our.
I didn’t know I could love a possessive determiner as much as that one.
Our.
We’re an “our” now and we share a bedroom and… I need to stop before I squeal again.
I’m a wife now. I have to be serious.
Ha.
“You sure?”
“Yes, wife.”
“Okay, husband.” I tilt my head so I can peer at him. “We’re married.”
“Regrets?”
My glower is instantaneous. “No.”
“Good.” That earns me another kiss. “Just checking. It hasn’t happened in the most auspicious of circumstances.”
I switch to Russian. “I disagree.”
His smile’s smug. “Upstairs with you. I’ll be there shortly.”
That’s the first lie he tells me in our married life.
It’s just before eleven when I strip out of my dress, toss it on the floor, then crawl onto the bed.
I don’t even realize I fell asleep until I wake up to the sound of running water.
The lights are off and a quick glance at my phone, which is on a dock on the nightstand, tells me it’s 2:30 AM.
Pouting at the fact he let me fall asleep, on our wedding night of all nights, I yawn. Then, seeing I have a lot of messages from Wynter, starting with questions about my dislike of Nyx onto her hatred of Dyers, then her concern for my wellbeing as days of no contact continued, I’m quick to answer:
Me: I’m fine Sorry for the delay in getting back to you. It’s been kinda intense since your mom got me out of jail
Me: Talk about a girl boss!!
Wynter: Thank fuck you’re okay! I was so scared when I didn’t hear from you!
Me: What did you tell your mom? It seemed like she knew about the Veronians
Wynter: I told her it was like a sorority. That initiation was how we met. That they were making us jump through hoops to pledge
Me: Oh. Understatement
Wynter: Yeah. After acting as your attorney, I don’t think she believesme
Me: It’s okay if you talk to her about it, Wynter. I discuss stuff with Maxim. Even better, you have client-attorney privilege
