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No, hold up, that’s not his phone. Managing to stand despite my exhaustion, I walk over to him and snatch my phone from his hand.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I don’t have a passcode lock on it because I tend to forget it and my phone is always with me.
He picks up a piece of fruit and puts it in his mouth. “Who is Scott?” he asks.
A shiver takes hold of me at the sound of that name. I despise that name and all it entails.
“None of your business.”
“You see, I think it is.” He picks up another piece of fruit and holds it out to me. “Eat. You are way too skinny.” I swat the fruit from his hand, making it fly across the room. He isn’t bothered by my outburst, just reaches for another piece and does the same. “Now, I’ll ask again… who is Scott?”
“Aren’t you meant to be the nice one?” I ask with a huff. “Nice people do not go through each other’s phones.
He moves and produces his own phone, offering it to me. “You want to go through mine?”
“No.” A part of me does, I’m not going to lie. What type of pictures does he have on it?
“I can see you want to. Go ahead and take it. I did go through yours after all.” I snatch it from his hand and pocket mine in my jean shorts as I open his. “Password.”
“Twelve, ten.” I snap my gaze to his. That’s our wedding date. I don’t bother saying anything as I enter it, and it unlocks. I flick straight to his camera reel and see pictures of his niece filling the gallery. The last few are of us on our wedding day. I zoom in and look at my face—it looks like I’m in pain. Like I don’t want to be there. It’s true, I didn’t, but gosh. Getting out of his camera reel, I go to his messages. The first one is from Lucas, and it reads, “Fucked her in the ass yet? We all know that’s how you like it.” I almost laugh. There are several from Lucas—all taunts—with no replies from Joey.
Not much in here at all, so I close it and hand it back.
“Now, tell me who Scott is.”
“You don’t deserve to have that information.” No one knows who he is, not even my best friend, and I intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.
“I’m your husband. If you’re messaging some other guy, I should know.”
My hands start fidgeting, and I hate that they do that when I get nervous. “You don’t deserve to know,” I scream.
“So not only are you wanting a woman, but you also want another man?” he asks, clearly irritated now.
“You don’t deserve to know,” I whisper this time.
Joey seems to get the hint and stands. “What are we doing today?” His change of attitude surprises me, and his eerily calmness shocks me even more.
I’m not sure how to answer him. Do I avoid and say nothing or change as fast as he just did, so I decide on the safer option. “I want to try jet skiing.”
“Done. Get changed.” He grabs the empty plate and walks out.
Not bothering to close the door, I change into my bathing suit. He’s seen it all anyway. When I turn around to reach for my swim top, his eyes are on me. He doesn’t look away, nor does he seem to care that I just caught him staring. I reach for the strap and tie it around my neck, ever so slowly. Now is the time to let things go just as easily as he did for me.
I bite the inside of my cheek before I speak, “Can you help me?” I ask, turning around and pointing to the ties at the back of my swimsuit. I glance over my shoulder and see him walking toward me. His fingers brush my back, tickling, as he grabs each tie. His touch drags along my flesh and goosebumps take over my skin. He is slow, deliberate, and his breath wafts along my neck as he goes, making me shiver. I know if I glanced back at him, his face would be close to mine.
“Done?” I ask as I feel him tighten the ties.
His fingers stay on my back as he says, “Done.”
He doesn’t move, so I take the first step away. Though I’m not sure I want to.
“Have you been jet skiing before?” I ask, trying to break the tension between us.
He rolls his shoulders ever so slightly. “Yes. We should go.” His hand grips mine and he slides our fingers together. The gesture is so normal, so gentle, that I find myself momentarily distracted before I find my voice again.
“I haven’t been on one before. Can I ride with you?”
“Yes.”
