Page 77 of Crazy Love

Now, I get the appeal of honeymoons.

Getting back to her in our bed…whoa, did I just sayour?…is all I think about.

I’m even starting to get the appeal of married life.

Being bare and honest with someone…trusting that person.

Okay, slow down, Penn. Slow down.

I’m surviving on less sleep than usual but energized during the day. Coach Evans is watching me like a hawk, just waiting for me to mess up, but I’m not. He even had me run extra laps since I had the “audacity to marry his daughter,” and I did them with a huge smile on my face.

He didn’t like that, but it’s okay.

Addy is my good luck charm.

And a whole lot more than that.

But again, I’m not going to think too hard about it all.

We’re in Addy’s car on the way home now. She wanted to drive today because she knew my schedule was extra intense. She surprises me more and more with all the ways she’s thoughtful. Her cooking is phenomenal, and I keep insisting that she doesn’t have to cook when she’s at home since she’s doing it all day, but she says she loves it. I had flowers delivered to her office this morning with a note that said,

You’re making me so happy, Siren.

Love, Penn

I felt a little ridiculous afterward, overthinking the mush, but she found me when I came back in the building, all sweaty from practice, and she dragged me into her office, kissing me until I was weak in the knees.

She glances over at me and smirks.

“What is it?” I ask.

She just lifts her eyebrow, which makes me suspicious. Her eyes flit to the dashboard and I follow her gaze before bursting out laughing. A little pink plastic flamingo is sitting on the dashboard staring at me.

“Capone,” I breathe. “He followed me.”

“Capona,” she corrects. “She couldn’t stand to be away from you another second.”

I laugh and pick it up, squeezing it and watching its form go back into shape. When I glance at Addy again, I’m serious and her smile drops.

“Is this going okay for you?” I ask. “Us? The past few days? Anything we need to talk about, or…improve on?”

Her lips twitch and she turns back to the road. “I can’t think of a single thing we could improve on at the moment…”

I lean my head against the headrest. “Excellent. So what you’re saying is you are happy with the way we are spending our days…and nights?”

“Especiallythe nights.” She grins at me. “But the days are pretty fun too.”

“Agreed,” I say, nodding. “Okay, good. So…just tell me if you need to switch things up at all or…if you see room for improvement.”

She frowns slightly. “Are you needing to switch things up?”

“No, uh, not at all.” For some reason, I go all stuttery. “Um, as I said in my note, I am so happy and I love what we’re doing. I just want you to be feeling good about things too, and well, I didn’t expect it to be quite as great as it really is, but I’d understand if you didn’t feel as great as I did because…yeah, it’s a lot, but?—”

She reaches out her hand and puts it on my knee. I place my hand over hers and trace little lines over her skin, her touch grounding me.

“Penn, I’m happy too. Let’s just try to keep communicating about it, okay? Please say the minute you want something different, and I will too.”

I nod. “Cool. Yeah, I will.”

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