Page 58 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Well, I woke up early this morning thinking I was beating you to the shower, but then I noticed you weren’t even in bed. Come to find out, you were out for a run. I enjoyed seeing you all sweaty in the kitchen. Sorry I missed you doing push-ups though.”
“Are you going to recount your whole day?”
“Yes,” I answer. “Thank you for asking. I appreciated you making breakfast for me. It was sweet, and you make some really good oatmeal.”
“Thanks,” he says, the anger easing a little.
Okay, I might have him hooked. Keep talking.
“Even though we ate in silence, I saw you stealing glances at me, and I thought that was a sweet, husbandly thing to do.”
He clears his throat and says, “I liked your outfit today.”
Well, holy shit, color me shocked. A freaking compliment. Maybe he does listen to my constant chatter and suggestions.
Be cool.
Be freaking cool.
Don’t scare him away.
“Thank you,” I say. “Once you were ready for work and we were driving over to the office, I appreciated that you let me pick the music. I also liked that you kept your hand on my thigh the entire time.”
“Just getting you used to my touch,” he says.
“Well, I liked it. Anyway, the day went by slow. Lots of emails and scheduling, which is never fun. Somehow started receiving these weird pigeon emails from JP Cane. Do you know what that’s about?”
“Don’t even ask,” he says as he grows even more relaxed.
I take a risk, and I allow my hand to travel to his chest, where I carefully drag my thumb over his skin. When he doesn’t shoo me away, I remain in the same position and keep talking.
“Lunch was kind of boring, since you didn’t talk to me again but ate in silence. That seems to be a thing with you.” When he doesn’t have a response to that, I keep going. “Then I read an article today about how to please your husband because, you know, we’re doing this for real, and one of the things was to tease him. So I tried teasing you.”
“How did you tease me?” he asks.
“Remember when I was in the closet, about to change, I kept flashing my leg in the doorway.”
“That’s what you were doing? I thought you were trying to get out of your pants.”
Well, that’s one way to pee on my parade.
“No, that was me being teasingly seductive.”
“Didn’t get that,” he says as I continue to rub my thumb over his chest.
“That’s…depressing. Maybe it needs to be my breast next time.”
“Please…keep your breasts to yourself.”
“Can’t hear that enough,” I say, and then for a brief moment, a very brief moment, I swear I see his lip turn up in humor. But it’s too fleeting for me to confirm. “Dinner was fine, watching a show with you was fine as well, and now that we’re here in bed, I like that you’re allowing me to talk to you.”
“Is that all?” he asks.
“I think so. Do you have anything to add?”
“No,” he answers.
“Not even a little something, like…like how you enjoy me touching your chest right now?”
