Sunny’s married days all merged into each other. They didn’t come up for air for nearly four days. However, reality soon intervened, and life had to resume.
Work for Seb and Sunny’s online classes started that same day.
“Have you got everything?” he asked from the home office doorway. He’d set it up, especially for her.
“Yep, I think so.”
He’d been hovering for an hour, bringing her a jug of water and a bowl of snacks and ensuring the room was warm enough to take the first of her two online classes. His attentiveness was addictive.
Instead of heading out to work, she watched Seb frowning as he looked her over, and then he advanced into the office again as she turned on the computer.
“Do you have to have the camera on for the classes?” he asked.
“Maybe? I’m not sure yet. It depends on what the professor says. Why?”
“I don’t want some dirty old man looking at your tits, Sunny. Do you wanna change tops?”
Looking down at her chest, she saw nothing indecent about her plain white T-shirt with a slogan. She was even wearing a non-fancy bra underneath.
“No one is going to be looking at me like that.”
“I look at you like that,” he counted, scowling all cute-like.
“And my professor is a straight older lady. Is that better, my jealous hubby baby?”
“Maybe.” He said seriously, then bent over her. “Give me that mouth.” She gave it and was left dizzy when their kiss ended.
“Get out of here, or we’ll end up naked again,” she told him, giving Seb a little shove toward the door. Not that she wanted him to leave. Her attachment issues were a real thing.
As Sunny had assured, no one in her class looked at her chest when the cameras were turned on. Four hours went by fast, and thanks to the bowl of snacks, she got through excellently and was full of sugar.
Once she stretched her stiff back, she printed out her notes to work on later.
After a brief call with her parents, she sent another flood of texts to Clover. Most sat unanswered, like the last few she’d sent while on her honeymoon. Sunny knew her sister was fine because her mom told her Clover was at school.
She’d decided to drive to school and surprise Clover for lunch when she heard the roar of a motorcycle pulling into the garage. Her heart puttered in her chest, and she waited for the familiar footsteps approaching the back door.
And then Seb was there, filling the doorway.
Sunny didn’t recall taking off running until she’d launched herself into his arms, latching on with her limbs and kissing him madly over his face.
“You’re here.” She said between frantically happy kisses.
All it ever took was the sight of him coming through the door or climbing down from his big motorcycle for her heart to trip over itself. Sunny was drunk on the existence of her husband.
“I missed you.” She shared.
Surrounded by solid muscle, his weight, his heat, his hunger—she felt all of him as he lassoed his arms around her, holding fast.
There was never a day she’d not given Seb her heart. It felt like she’d breathed for him since she was born. Her heart had always just been his.
Now he’d taken her body, and they were one in every way possible.
Some joked that she had an unhealthy and dysfunctional attachment to Seb. Were they new around here? Of course, she did.
“I missed my husband.” She extended the last word because she liked how Seb’s eyes darkened when she said it. He growled as he reached up to palm the back of her head, and then he took her mouth for a scorching kiss.
She was set on fire by his lips. When it ended, his gaze devoured Sunny whole.
