“Yes. There will be quiet hours if you’re studying and I’m working.”
I shrug. “Can’t argue with that.”
“No parties.” His eyes lift. “No getting drunk.”
“I wasn’t planning on having parties and getting drunk like I’m seventeen.” I cringe.
“And none of the students will know about our marriage,” he says. “That said, don’t be tempted to hang out with some dude thinking he can…”
“He can what?”
“Touch you.” He comes to my side of the island and runs a finger down my neck. “Fake or not. You are mine.”
“What about you?” I ask nervously. “Can you go out on dates? Or have hookups? Even on the down-low, since technically you’re married.”
Steam practically floats from his ears.
“I don’t plan to date.” His tone is rough, scraped. “I plan to be a husband.”
Chapter 34
Cormac
Scarlett sits in my kitchen like she’s always lived here. She’s comfortable barefoot, no makeup, and hair piled up on her head. And I can’t stop thinking about the nightgown she wore last night.
None of this should affect me, but it does.
“We need to get used to this so you can focus on finishing this semester and get a jump on Spring. You’ll need a hospital rotation.”
God, I wouldn’t want to go through medical student rotations, even if someone paid me with blowjobs. And it’s looking like those are out of my future.
Or…are they?
I’ll be sleeping next to her every night. I want her so badly, I dream about it. I might as well be sleeping next to a needle filled with drugs or a bottle of pills.
Scarlett sips her coffee. “Funny how this marriage is keeping me in school, and now I’ll have all this work.”
“I hate that you were forced into this,” I grumble.
She smiles. “But look what I’m getting?”
When I glance up, the way her eyes hold mine makes me think she meansme. And I guess she does. She got me. My commitment to her. Just not my body. Or my love, because I’ve never felt that for a woman before.
“You’re getting what you deserve,” I say to deflect. “A chance to finish school and be a doctor.”
“I know, I know.” Scarlett crumbles up the wax paper from the breakfast sandwich after she devoured it. “Hey, we didn’t celebrate yesterday. We got married!”
“Yeah, I was there.” I watch her rush off to the bedroom.
Lost in my thoughts, I see her come back to the kitchenwith a bottle of champagne.
“Where did you get that?” I ask, horrified.
“From my apartment.” She twists the wire from the cork. “I wasn’t going to leave it there.”
I stare at her, my heart pounding.
Pop!