I just know he’s meant to be mine, and tomorrow I might tell him. Or maybe I’ll wait for him to tell me.
That sounds romantic.
Marion.
Chapter 11
Em
“Hey,” I stammer, finding myself speechless the moment I open the door to a dressed up andveryhandsome Jude standing on my stoop. Even if I wanted to—newsflash, I don’t—I can’t drag my eyes off of my husband.Yeah, that’s still going to take some getting used to.
His smile is all-knowing as he makes a point of looking me up and down and doing it so slowly I swear I canfeelhis gaze sweeping over me. “Hey, yourself. You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.” That’s when the typical first date awkwardness takes over and we just stand there, staring at each other.Good to know an accidental marriage doesn’t help avoid that.
“So…” he says slowly, snapping me out of my frozen state.
“Sorry, sorry.” I step back and sweep my arm out. “Come in.”
He chuckles and comes inside. “I’m not too early am I?”
“Nope. Besides, if you were late, I’d have been expectin’ you. Now, you’re here lookin’ likethat,” I wave my hand up and down, “and I’m feeling a little underdressed. So now I have time to change.”
“Em,” his voice drops low and Idefinitelyfeel that in places we won’t mention. “You’re so stunnin’ I’m standin’ hereconsiderin’ stayin’ in instead of takin’ you out to show my wife off.”
“You flatter me, hubby.”
He shrugs. “Isn’t it my duty to put your worries at ease?”
I cock my head. “You do that just by lookin’ at me that way.”
That brings an even bigger smile to his face. “Good. Cause I like lookin’ at you and plan on doin’ it all night.”
I shoot him a smirk. “That’s lucky, because I plan on doin’ the same.”
That earns me a heated stare. “Have at it, wifey.”
“How are you so good at this whole dating your wife business? Anyone would think you’d done it before,” I muse.
He turns serious. “Nope. Always said I was goin’ to be a one and done guy. Knew I’d know my One the moment I met her.” He steps closer and my breath catches in my throat as his molten eyes lock with mine. Lifting his hand to my cheek, I lean into it on instinct. “Since you’re an earthquake girl, I’ll put it like this. The minute I laid eyes on you, my life as I knew it jolted. It was like two tectonic plates pulled apart thousands of years ago were suddenly on a direct trajectory straight for each other, destined to slot back into place.”
“A perfect fit,” I whisper.
“Like it was meant to be,” he murmurs back, his gaze pinned on my lips.
Thump. Thump. Thump.Jeez. We really need to get out of here because I can’t think of anything I want to do more right now than kiss this man andkeepkissing him. Judging by the look on his face and the heat blazing in his gaze, he’s of the same mind.
Thankfully—and also disappointedly—he huffs out a breath and steps back, the loss of his touch making me sway where I stand. I have butterflies. This man—myhusband—gives me butterflies.Lord have mercy.
“I’ll just uh…” I stammer again.
“You go finish doin’ whatever you need to do. I’ll wait.”
I nod, my tongue feeling too big for my mouth all of a sudden.
“I won’t be long,” I say over my shoulder as I rush toward my bedroom.
“No rush. Iamearly, after all.”