Page 29 of Just Forever

We do a lot of the things most normal couples do. We go grocery shopping and paint the bedroom. We sleep in almost every day and go running. We have sex on every piece of furniture we own. We do a lot of touristy stuff and just hang around the city and go out for lunch or dinner.

It’s all very normal. Normal in the most perfect way.

This is what I want.

This is the kind of life I want to have with Lake.

Lake, who’s currently going through my clothes to find something to wear while I’m lounging on our bed. Watching somebody get dressed is not something I ever figured I’d find hot, but oh, I do. I find it extremely hot. Maybe because I know I’m the only person who gets to peel him out of those clothes.

“Blue or black?” Lake holds up two shirts.

“Either. They both look good.”

He tilts his head to the side. “What a nicely useless comment.”

“Shirtless would be my first choice.”

He rolls his eyes and tosses one of the shirts at my face. “I doubt they’ll let me into the restaurant without a shirt.”

“I’m sure we can find the kind of place where nobody minds.”

He sends me an amused look. “A buffet at a strip club?”

“See, I like that you’re solution oriented.”

He just laughs, throws the black shirt on, and starts buttoning it. “Are you planning to get dressed?”

“As soon as the show’s over.”

“The show?”

“That reverse striptease you’re performing for me.”

Lake’s cheeks flush. He sometimes blushes about the strangest things. It always turns me on.

“Fuck off,” he grumbles.

I laugh and get up. “When are we supposed to meet them, again?”

Rachel, Sawyer, and Kelly are in town. Lake’s starting med school on Monday, so we’re going to go out, grab some dinner, hit a bar, have a few drinks, and have some fun before school and the season starts.

“Thirty minutes. Rachel picked some kind of fancy burger bar she wanted to try.”

My stomach’s already rumbling.

Lake finishes getting dressed and leans his shoulder against the wall, watching me while I go through my clothes. I eye him via the mirror on the wall, and my heart jumps in my chest at the sight of him.

My husband is fucking hot, which is most likely why I can’t seem to keep my eyes off him. Or my hands, if we’re being honest.

“Don’t,” Lake says.

I blink at him. “Don’t what?”

He glances up from where he’s adjusting the strap of his watch. “Don’t get that horny look on your face.”

“I can almost guarantee trying to get rid of it is a lost cause. Although, if it bothers you, you can easily make it go away.”

He tilts his head to the side, mirth dancing in his eyes. “By giving it a stern look?”

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