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“You don’t think it’s important for people to see a husband kiss his wife goodbye for the day?”
“Well, no, that’s not what I’m saying.”
“Whatareyou saying?”
Adeline is a confident woman who can hold her own in any situation. I’ve seen that firsthand many times. Right now, though, she appears slightly bewildered. Unsure of herself.
“What I’m saying, Jameson,” she says, attempting to inject firmness back into her voice, “is that a goodbye kiss doesn’t require that level of effort.”
Adeline was just as aroused by that kiss as I was.
That much was clear to me this morning.
The difference between how we’re both handling it is that while I’m not trying to downplay it, she appears determined to pretend it didn’t happen.
“We’re attracted to each other, Adeline. That’s just biology. It doesn’t mean we have to act on it. But we can use it to help us with this marriage.”
“You are very good at making assumptions about other people.”
“What? You’re denying you’re attracted to me? That you didn’t enjoy that kiss?”
“I’m saying exactly what you heard me say.” Her tone turns a little snappy. “You like to make assumptions.”
“I run with facts based on observations. You can’t tell me you didn’t make the kind of sounds that a woman makes when she’s enjoying a kiss. Or that you didn’t give me your tongue willingly today.” I pause. “Those are facts, not assumptions.”
She looks anything but happy that I’ve brought these facts up. However, instead of running with her usual style of arguing with me, she says, “Perhaps a little less tongue tomorrow. Or no tongue. That would be acceptable.”
My lips kick up at the ends. “You know, I was beginning to think you didn’t have it in you.”
“What?”
“The ability to compromise.”
Her brows shoot for her forehead. “Are you kidding me? I’m fucking compromising all over the damn place. You’re the one who doesn’t have it in you. Oh, and just so you know, I’m not watching the Super Bowl on your television, so don’t even think about trying to get me to change my mind.”
My lips are still kicked up.
I’m enjoying this more than I should, because as much as Adeline’s fire frustrates me, it turns me on more.
There’s no way she’s getting less tongue tomorrow.
9
Adeline
Iwake early on Wednesday morning, refreshed and with the clearest mind I’ve had all week.
I slept last night.
Like real, deep sleep, during which I wasn’t aware of who was lying next to me.
Many, many hours of it.
It’s just after 5:00 a.m. when I push the bed covers back and get out of bed. Jameson has already left the room. I’ve no idea of his morning routine because I’ve not been up this early with him yet, but I imagine he’s in his gym working on those muscles my eyes think they should rest in peace on.
My exercise routine has taken a hit this week and my body is feeling it, so I change into tights and a tank top, splash some water on my face, and throw my hair up into a ponytail. I then make my way to Jameson’s gym to use his treadmill. I’d prefer to run outside. I’d also prefer not to work out with Jameson. But I’m not a fan of running outside in winter, so his gym it is.
It turns out I don’t have to work out with him.
