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Charlie meets my eyes, his mouth held in a serious line. “The boat.”
“The…” The boat. The first time we met.
Oh hell.
“You cannot be serious!” I pace away from him, digging my fingers into the roots of my hair. “You agreed to a fake marriage even though you have some silly crush on me?”
“Doesn’t seem silly to me.” Charlie cracks his knuckles before shoving his hands in his pockets.
I wish I had a punching bag in front of me to pummel.
“You lied to me!” I throw at him, not sure why there’s such a sharp pain in my chest.
My deceitful husband pushes off the counter, crossing to me with serious eyes. “You asked me if I wanted to marry you. I did, so I said yes. I never lied.”
“You misled me!”
“I didn’t share all of my feelings with you, but I’ve followed all of your rules.”
“Not tonight you didn’t.”
He stares at me hard. “I’m not the one who broke first.”
“Fuck you!”
Charlie’s face goes blank. A completely closed off expression I’ve never seen him wear before. “It’s late. Let’s talk about this tomorrow morning.” He maneuvers around me, heading toward his bedroom.
“What about couples never going to bed angry?” I yell at his back.
My husband pauses, but he doesn’t turn around. “I don’t think that’s a good rule. Emotions are always more manageable when the sun is out.” He lets out a short whistle, and Pig scrambles up from her dog bed to follow him.
Once again, I’m left alone in the kitchen. Only this time I’m reeling for an entirely different reason.
What’s a woman supposed to do when her fake husband admits he has real feelings?
ChapterThirty-Four
CHARLIE
As I lie in bed, I strain to hear any kind of movement through the wall. Some hint that Luna is getting ready for bed. That she didn’t leave the house as soon as I was out of sight.
Eventually, I catch the rush of water hitting tile. Her shower turning on. The relief is short-lived when I think about why she’s washing off so late at night.
Getting rid of my touch. The remnants of what we did earlier.
Fuck, just the memory of her is enough to get me hard. I glare down at the bulge in my shorts, wanting to remind my dick that we’re not going to get any attention for a long time.
I’m not sure what drove me to confess my true feelings. Just, after what we did today, moving backward seemed impossible. How could I go from my head in between her thighs back to pretending our entire relationship is fake?
My mind doesn’t work like that.
Pig shifts on her side of the bed, then lets out a big sleepy sigh.
At least the dog doesn’t hate me.
The shower shuts off, and images of Luna soaking wet fill my mind.
Damn it. This infatuation is going to get much worse.
