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He hoped the other men’s gazes were simply curious about his new, unexpected wife, and had nothing to do with how gorgeous she was in a white tank top and long blue skirt wrapped around her slender waist. That may have been another reason he didn’t stop touching her, possessive bastard that he apparently was. At times he worried his touch might burn her, hot as he felt. But she didn’t seem to notice, or mind his hands on her.
He wasn’t stupid enough to read anything into it. She knew what was necessary here.
About an hour after they arrived, his mom tapped her glass. The conversation died down and everyone turned their attention to her.
“I just wanted to thank everyone for coming. Twenty-five is such a big birthday—” chuckles went around the yard “—and I’m so blessed to have you all here to celebrate it with me. I also want to extend congratulations to my son, Noah, on his recent marriage. Even if they didn’t invite me to the ceremony.”
Noah forced a wide smile as everyone looked at him and Mia, clapping and whistling.
His mom smiled and pressed her fingers to her lips, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m just so happy you two ended up together. I always hoped for it.”
The lump in Noah’s throat tripled in size. Mia’s hand felt warm in his, and she blinked up at him, smiling belatedly, like she remembered performance was required here.
“Me too,” Mia said. She leaned into him, her face tilted up, and Noah acted on impulse.
He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. The second he made contact, he pressed closer, unable to stop himself. Her grip on his hand tightened, and his eyes popped open to find her dark eyes looking right at him. He fought the urge to jerk back and separated from her mouth slowly. He cleared his throat.
“Clearly, I’m in agreement,” he croaked out.
Everyone laughed, shattering the external tension he felt pressing against them, though the turmoil roiling in his abdomen didn’t abate. Not even a little.
Everyone eventually drifted to the kitchen for the catered dinner and dessert. Noah excused himself and slipped outside, his long silent strides taking him through the grass to the tree house in the corner of the yard.
He climbed inside, thankful for his father’s foresight to build something sturdy enough for adults. He and Mia had spent hours here through middle and high school. Hours, days, years.
A lifetime.
Settling his back along the exposed tree trunk, he stretched his legs out and slid his phone from his pocket. He searched his music library for Snow Patrol, found “Chasing Cars,” and put it on repeat.
He leaned his head back against the bark and closed his eyes, letting the familiar song—and the feelings that came with it—surround him in the darkness.
He’d just kissed Mia in front of his entire family. In truth, he’d thought of little else since that day in the courthouse. He’d been dying inside, hoping for the chance to have his lips back on hers. But fulfilling that desire had done nothing but plunge him deeper into his constant state of misery.
Not to mention the blue balls—another state he lived in on the daily.
What had he been thinking, marrying her? What on earth had he thought he’d accomplish? He could tell himself all day long he wanted to help her pursue her dreams, and it would be one hundred percent true. But there was more to it, much as he tried to deny it.
He’d wanted to be closer to her. Because apparently seeing her every day at work, and at least three times a week after work, wasn’t enough. He’d denied himself for so long, knowing he didn’t deserve her. Didn’t deserve to be happy after what he’d done. He’d kept his distance for years—almost a decade—and put Mia firmly in the friend category.
Then she’d given him the opportunity for more, and under the guise of doing it for her benefit, he’d jumped on it like a ravenous lion on an injured gazelle.
Well, now she’s close, you idiot.Living with her was like standing next to a fire, feeling the pleasure and warmth, but knowing he didn’t dare put his hand inside the flames.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
A low creak alerted him that someone was climbing up the ladder. Mia’s dark hair was the first thing he saw, and she climbed on all fours until she was beside him. She tilted her head, listening.
“Snow Patrol, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Reminiscing?”
“Something like that.”
“We must have listened to this song a thousand times.”
“At least.”
