Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“I was hoping,” she finally replies, a smile forming on her lips. “I was really fucking hoping. That’s why I brought up the divorce, to see where you were at. I didn’t want it. I never, ever wanted it. You have to have known also.” Her eyes turn red with tears. “But I needed to hear the words. I needed you to tell me you love me so I could know I wasn’t in this alone.”
“Fuck, baby, you had to know you weren’t in this alone,” I reinforce as my lips find hers, my tongue sliding with hers. “I know there is more to say, but I’ve missed you so fucking much.” I drop my hands from her face, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her to me. “You had to have known.” I kiss her jaw. “You had to have known how much you own me.” I kiss her neck. “How I live for you.” I suck on her neck. “How I breathe for you.” I rub my nose along the vein in her neck, where I can feel her heart beating. “You had to have known how my heart beats for you.” I pick her up and start walking toward the stairs. “You fucking own me, baby. Every single fiber of my being is yours.” I walk up the steps toward her bedroom. I’ve been without her for two days, and it feels like I haven’t touched her in years.
I walk over to her bed, her arms wrapped around my neck. “I love you,” she says when her knees hit the bed. “I thought I loved Josh. I thought he was the one.” She holds my face. “I was wrong. I’ve never felt what I feel for you, ever.”
I smirk at her. “Good, at least I know I’m not the only one. I’ve never told someone I love them before. I mean, my family, but I’ve never put myself out there. I knew, I knew the minute I met you that you were different.” I put my knee on the bed, and she unwraps her legs from my waist. “I knew the minute we kissed you were out of my league, and you had the power to destroy me, and I was not fucking wrong.” I pull her shirt off over her head. “I’m fucking jealous of anyone who makes you smile because I want to be the only one who makes you smile,” I admit to her. “I want to throat punch anyone who makes you laugh because, again, I want it to be just for me.”
“You have to know also”—she pulls my shirt out of my pants and unbuttons them—“that if I smile, it’s nothing like the smile I give you.” She gets to the last button. “No one makes me laugh like you do. No one makes me feel the way you do, ever.” She pushes the shirt over my chest. “I’m sorry I overreacted about Kailyn and threw it in your face.”
“She’s fired,” I fill her in, and her eyes go big. “She was fired two minutes after you walked out the door.”
“Nash, are you insane?”
I shake my head. “Nope, never thought clearer in my life. She told you not to disturb me?” I remind her. “You’re my wife. For you, I’m to be interrupted every single time. I don’t give a fuck who I’m on the phone with. She went over a line, and she found out it was the wrong one.”
“Nash.” She puts her hand on my chest, palm flat against where my heart is beating. “I love you.”
“Fuck, I’ve never thought three words could make me so happy.” I kiss her neck, and I’m about to move my head lower when we both feel the bed dip, and I turn to the side to see the cat walking toward us. “You need to beat it,” I tell the cat at the same time Zoey picks the cat up.
“Mommy and Daddy are having playtime.” She gets off the bed with the cat. “After, I promise I’ll come and play with you.”
“Tomorrow,” I add, and Zoey looks back at me. “Okay, fine, later, like in an hour.” She puts her down and turns to walk back into the room and close the door, but the cat beats her to it, and she just laughs. “Mommy really needs to play with Daddy,” she explains to the cat, then looks over at me. “We should play in the shower.” She motions with her head toward her bathroom. “I don’t think cats like water.”
“I’m really rethinking getting you that fucking cat.” I get off the bed and walk toward the bathroom. “Did you see the scratches on my hands? Fucker does not like to be placed in the carrier.” I hold out my hands for her to see the little scratches.