Page 122 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“I lay beside you in that store, and I was thinking how tiny you were. It made me wonder what it would be like to spoon someone so little.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You were thinking of cuddling me when we were bed shopping?”

“I was thinking of way more x-rated things.”

“No way.”

“Way.”

“Wow.”

“I don’t think I have ever seen anyone blush as much as you did that first morning.”

“I felt so awkward.”

He dropped a kiss on my mouth. “How come?”

“You were all big and intense and intimidating. I had never met anyone like you before.”

“I was seriously messed up when I arrived in New York. I didn’t want to be there, and I certainly didn’t want to be in therapy, but you distracted me.”

I chewed on my lip. “What was therapy like?”

“Bullshit.”

“What was it like?”

“They wanted me to talk about my feelings.”

“And did you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Emotions are messy.”

I stared up at this man. Thinking about how he had destroyed ourliving room. Yes, emotions were messy. My husband was trying with me. He was trying to show me who he was. He was trying to help me understand.

“I feel everything.”

His smile was wondrous. “I know you do. And you show the whole world how you are feeling.”

“I don’t want to.”

“It’s a brave way to live.”

“I don’t know how else to live.”

“Don’t change. That's one of my favorite things about you.”

“Except when I cry.”

“I don’t mind your tears.” He placed a kiss on my neck. “Your tears are honest.”

My fingers tangled in his hair. I pulled his face down to mine, kissing him.

He tried to pull back. “Emily.”

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