Page 84 of Marrying Hope


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“W-what are we doing?” I somehow manage to form a coherent sentence in this haze.

“We can do whatever we want. What do you want, Hopper?” His voice has gone up several levels and that’s too hot and sexy. I feel his breath and words on my body as a gentle caress. “We can be whatever you want. I can give you all the experiences you missed.”

“But…our marriage—"

“Not our marriage,” he continues, kissing my neck, making it hard for me to comprehend his words.

“I…don’t…understand.”

“I can be the boyfriend you never had.” He kisses my earlobe. “Outside the apartment,” he whispers, and I tremble in his arms. “I can woo you, kiss you as much as we want.” His lips press behind my ear and my heart thrashes in the confines of my body. “I can give you all those experiences you missed. What do you say?” He nuzzles my neck and his tongue moves down, licking my cleavage, dangerously close to my breasts.

I can’t think. I can’t reply.

God! Am I in one of my crazy hot dreams of Zach?

“Believe me, sugar, I am very good at it.” With his teeth, he lazily pulls the strap of my bra off my shoulder. “If you agree to it, meet me tonight at eight.”

“W-where?”

“I’ll let you know.”

Placing another kiss on my throat and then on my lips, he withdraws. I look up at him, my mind still someplace far up in the clouds.

“I really hope you agree, Hopper. But I want you to think carefully before you come to a decision. I will be at my office the whole day to give you space.” With that, Zach saunters away, leaving me in a mushy, sweaty state.

I lie on the bed,where I had spent the night with Zach. The earlier banging in my head is now duplicated in my heart, which is thrumming like a loud blender. My arms now bear rashes due to the continuous pinching I did to prove that this is real and not a dream.

My mind replays the morning with Zach over and over again until it gets stuck on his statement about wooing me.

What did he mean? He clearly mentioned that it is something outside our marriage. But what isit?

And what the hell do I choose?

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