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And Dylan. I’d promised him. And I would keep my word. It didn’t matter that my wife had a perfect ass that I wanted to spend time getting intimately acquainted with.
She turned around, and our eyes locked. Could she read my thoughts? Hazel was brilliant, but I doubted she had developed mind-reading abilities. I swallowed hard as her eyes dropped for one second to the waistband of my sweats before pulling back up. Huh. Maybe she wasn’t immune to me either.
Trying to defuse the tension, I settled on a joke, though the second it left my lips, I mentally smacked myself because it made absolutely no sense. “I didn’t realize you slept naked.”
She huffed, pulling my attention back to her, and gave me an exasperated look. “I know it’s late, dear husband, but this,” she waved a hand up and down the length of her body, “is called a T-shirt.”
Feeling dumb, I mumbled to myself. “It’s barely anything.”
She widened her stance and put her hands on her hips, which I secretly loved. “Ugh. You’re one to talk. Coming out here in your low-slung gray sweats and no shirt.”
I dropped my chin again and roughed the hair on the back of my head so she couldn’t see my smirk.
“Jesus, Remy. Are you flexing right now? How many goddamn abs do you have?”
Damn, I loved when she was all sassy and fired up like this. It didn’t happen often. Hazel was usually so serious, but I liked her joking at my expense.
She growled and went back to the stove, then returned with two steaming mugs of tea.
She set one in front of me and the other beside it, then climbed onto the stool next to me, tugging her T-shirt down her bare legs as she settled in.
We sat shoulder to shoulder for a moment, taking in the silence.
I blew across the surface of my tea. “Sorry I made things weird.”
“You didn’t. If you want, I’ll wear pajamas.”
That was decidedly not what I wanted. But I couldn’t say that out loud.
“And I’ll wear a shirt. I want you to be comfortable here. It’s your home too.” I brought my tea to my lips to test the temperature and took a small sip. “You know, most newlyweds are tearing each other’s clothes off, but here we are, putting more on.”
“Our union is as unique and special as we are,” she said, raising her mug. “To more clothes.”
“And a blissful marriage.” I clinked my mug against hers lightly.
After we finished, I rinsed the mugs and headed to my room.
“Remy,” she said softly.
I turned to where she stood in the doorway of her room, struck by how lucky I was that she needed me as much as I needed her.
I took a step closer.
“Thank you,” she whispered. She looked up at me with wide, serious eyes.
All I could do was give in to the need to do what felt right. So I pulled her into a hug.
I rested my chin on top of her head and sighed. “All I want is to help you, okay? And that includes taking care of you. First thing tomorrow, you’re calling to schedule that surgery. I already contacted HR. Henri assures me the paperwork will be processed quickly. We’re going to get you healthy.”
She pressed her cheek to my chest. “How can I repay you?”
“By being the most amazing wife ever and then divorcing my ass once I land my sponsorship deal.”
She laughed into my chest hair, her warm breath against my skin sending tingles coursing through me.
“Deal.”
“Good.”
