Page 419 of Seasons of Love
“What are you smiling for?” he asked. “You hate telenovelas.”
“No reason. I remembered that Jake also watches them.”
He smiled, tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes. I ignored him and instead put some toast and scrambled eggs on our plates and took them to the table, sitting next to him.
“Thank you, baby,” he said.
“You’re welcome. Now eat up so you can have some painkillers if you need them, and then we’re watching The Beautiful and the Beast. Or is it the Bitch?”
Griff let out a belly laugh that went straight to my heart.
“You mean The Beautiful and the Rich?”
“Yeah, I guess. I liked mine better though,” I teased and then kissed his head.
When we finished breakfast, I cleared our plates. I thought Griff might get settled on the couch, but he stayed at the table watching me as I worked.
I may have put on a little show for him by pulling my sweatpants lower on my hips and pushing my ass out as I put everything away in the cupboards.
He had his arms crossed and a pout on his face by the time I turned around to face him.
“Who are you, and what have you done to my husband?” he said, narrowing his eyes.
I ignored his comment but strolled over to him and pulled him to me before I picked him up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and took my mouth greedily.
“Hmm, now we’re talking,” he moaned against my lips.
I walked us to the couch and placed him in the middle while I grabbed the remote and sat next to him.
“You’re such a tease,” he said but burrowed against me until we were both half-lying on the couch.
I turned the TV on and looked for the right channel, but when I found it, Griff took the remote and muted the sound.
“What’s up? You want to watch something else? Like…the diving competition or the swimming trials on the sports channel?” I asked.
“You mean, men in Speedos,” he chuckled. “Nice try, but no. Melissa finds out today that her mother is really her twin sister, and we can’t miss that.”
I stared at him. “How does that even work?”
“The same way everyone has great hair in telenovelas. Magic.”
He was silent for a moment, and I could tell he was working up to something he either wasn’t sure how to voice or was worried about my reaction.
“Mal?”
“Yeah?”
He moved a little, so he was face to face with me.
“What made you change your mind?”
“About Jake?”
He nodded.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m tired of fighting it, and I think I finally understand you.”
“What do you mean?”
