Which brings me to another question that has appeared since yesterday’s fondle session with Calla. Where does this leave us when it comes to our marriage? Now, I’m not an idiot. Just because I can make her come with my mouth doesn’t mean she automatically wants to stay married. It might, however, be a start to convincing her to stay.
My heart clenches with a new feeling. Fear.
It hits me so hard that I stop in the middle of the sidewalk, causing someone to bump into me. They mumble something but keep moving.
Before this moment, I wanted Calla to stay so we could see if there was something between us. Now I want her to stay because there is. No more guessing.
Fuck.
I let out a breath and walk the rest of the way to my car.
If she leaves, who will arrange the pillows on the couch to fit just right against my lower back? Who will put the remote back where it belongs so I can find it every time I need it? Who will light the vanilla candle in the kitchen so that it smells like someone has been baking? Who will come barging into my office when I’m bouncing the ball off the wall just to yell at me and get me all worked up?
It’s stupid things, probably, but they’re the little things about her I want to keep. The little things that become the big things because they are what make Calla her.
“Hey, Beck.”
I glance up to see Tobias and Graham standing in front of me. Tobias tilts his head, and a smile slowly appears on lips.
“What are you doing?”
His curious tone makes me look around, and it’s only then I notice I’m just standing next to my car.
“Nothing.”
“I called your name three times. You’ve been standing here the entire time.”
Well, hell.
I open my mouth to make up an excuse, but fuck, I need someone to know what’s happening in my life. I need someone to talk to, and Graham is on the phone.
“I married Calla in Vegas over the summer and now she lives with me, and at first, I was just trying to get her stay with me because I didn’t want divorce clinging to my reputation as a romance writer, but also because I didn’t want to be the first in my family to get divorced. Then I touched her last night, and she touched me, and I think I’m gone for her.” I run a hand through my hair. “I fell for my wife.”
There’s a pause of about ten seconds before Tobias lets out a bark of laughter.
“It’s not funny.”
“Well, it’s notnotfunny.”
I slouch against my driver’s door and hold up the bag.
“I got her a gift today.”
“Cool, what is it?”
“A planner,” I say with confidence.
“A planner?”
I nod.
“Like, a month-to-month planner?”
I shove his shoulder, and he laughs.
“She likes this kind of stuff. Being organized and whatnot.”
I shake my head and unlock my car.
