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Today’s competition will be for a luxury item and master suite. You can win both, one, or nothing. I just want to win the master suite. The luxury items won’t do me very well. I mean, what am I going to do with a designer kitchen?
My fingers move along his arm, gliding up and down in a rhythmic pattern. Josh pulls me closer, kissing me just behind my ear. “Why are you awake?”
I shrug and try to move even closer to him, earning a groan. I know what I’m doing, and have no doubt that he knows as well. “It’s competition day, they make me nervous.”
“Why? We can beat them.”
“It’s not all about winning. They’re stressful. I hate that they’re live and people can see us mess up or they will read into an expression we give each other. I feel like I have to be ‘on’ all the time. What if I want to drop the f-bomb or something?”
Joshua laughs, his chest vibrating against my back. “You saying fuck would be hilarious and the producers would probably let it go through if we weren’t delayed a few seconds. Lord knows Amanda cusses like a sailor.”
He sits up on his elbow and moves my face over enough to see him. “There’s a team of people in this tiny room monitoring everything during the live network show. Only the people who pay forNight Visionget to hear your pretty little mouth swear.”
“I don’t swear.”
“You fib. I’ve heard you in the bathroom.” He pushes the hair that has fallen out of my ponytail away from my face. “When you think no one can hear you, I can.”
I adjust slightly and stare down at my stalker. “Why are you lurking near my shower stall?”
Joshua blinks a few times as if he’s clearing something from his eyes. He knows he’s said something that he can’t back out of now, and I’m not going to let him.
“Tell me,” I plead with my hand resting on his cheek. I want him to trust me. Trust us. Day by day I work to take down his walls and I can see them crumble. He just needs to let me in. “It’s just you and me in this room, whisper it to me.”
When he leans forward, his stubble tickles my cheek. “Sometimes, I think about joining you,” he whispers just before pulling my earlobe into his mouth.
“Newlyweds, please go to the backyard.” Linda’s annoying voice echoes throughout, killing the moment we were about to share. Joshua jumps up, leaving me shocked and speechless, and unable to get a better answer or even respond. Right now, I want to drag him into the shower and see just how serious he was.
Our room is quiet, even with him in the corner getting his team clothes on for the day. The old me would avoid the elephant in the room, brush it under the rug, but not this Joey. When this game is over, I want him to remember me as a formidable companion and teammate. He needs to remember that I didn’t back down from any challenge or task put in front of me by him or this game.
“We’ll talk about what you just told me later,” I say, as I get out of bed and grab my clothes. Leaving the room is the last thing I want to do, but I need to let my words seep in. “Let’s go win. We need that master suite.” I fight every urge I have to look back and see his expression.
As I enter the bathroom common area, giggling rings out from the stall. Millie steps in just after me and we both cover our mouths to stifle our own laughter.
“Oh my God,” I mouth as we make our way to the faucets. I quickly brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair, pulling it back up into a ponytail. If I’ve learned anything about this game, it’s not to take a shower until your comps are done for the day. Chances are they’ll include something gross and you’ll just end up in the shower again.
Stepping into a stall, I quickly change. I’m not shy about changing in front of her or Amanda, but with Gary in here there’s no way. Even with him and Amanda connecting, he still gives me a funky vibe. When I smack my head against the sidewall I make a mental note to knock Josh silly for having me vacate our room to change. Although, if I bring it up with him, he’ll remind me that I’m the one who left and that he never asked me to. He’s too literal sometimes.
“Newlyweds, your game begins in three minutes.”
Linda starts a countdown and I’m curious if this is for Amanda and Gary’s benefit. When I step out, Joshua is leaning against the counter with his ankles crossed. His arms are folded across his chest causing his biceps to bugle out. The white tank top he’s wearing makes me pray for a water competition today. I have two options: ignore him, or go to him and put this morning’s comment aside.
The choice is easy. I step up to him and place a firm and lingering kiss on his lips, allowing my hands to trail over his muscles. His skin prickles from my touch and the inner goddess in me is doing a freaking cheer because of this reaction. He responds by gripping my hips, keeping me in place.
“Let’s go win us the master,” I murmur against his lips. He smiles and slides his right hand into mine. I leave my clothes on the bathroom floor, knowing it’s tacky, but in my mind I’m getting some time with Josh that I really need right now.
We step out into the game ready backyard and I groan. Before us looms a monstrosity of hell. I survey the course and am thankful I chose not to shower yet. We have to slide down what looks like oil, fall into a pit of flour, and army crawl through honey.Oh this ought to be so much fun. Millie is going to kick all of our butts. Her police training has prepared her for this course. As I look at Josh to convey my worry, his response is to flex and kiss each bicep.
Freaking men!
Amanda and Millie step out, followed by Gary and Cole. The guys instantly start talking about oil and honey. The three of us roll our eyes and I pray this won’t be what I think it is, or what the guys want it to be. They seem to be forgetting that there is flour involved and it’ll be in places they don’t want to think about.
“You men are so transparent,” Amanda says, with her arms crossed. For the first time in the show, I agree with her.
“Newlyweds, today you’ll be vying not only for master suite, but also for a new hot tub!” Patrick Jonas is too excited for this competition. I know it’s his job, but even he should feel a little remorse for us.
Everyone claps, but me. I don’t need or want a hot tub. Where would I put it? In that imaginary house that Joshua and I are going to share in Barbieland?
“This is how the game works. You’ll each climb to the top of the slide, with one spouse going first. You’ll slide down and enter the pit, each of you looking for a letter. Once you have a letter, you’ll crawl through the honey and take your letter to your board. Once the letter is placed on your board, your spouse may start their turn. The object of the game is to spell the longest word possible.”
