Page 44 of Burn Bag

“How about this, I’ll put them in the laundry room, and I’ll handle all the laundry.”

That gave me pause. “Alllaundry?”

She nodded vigorously, a smile blooming on her face. “You won’t have to worry about a thing.”

Well, I did kind of like the idea of never doing laundry again, but… “Does that mean you’re going to fold it also?”

“Of course. Only crazy people let their laundry sit in the basket for weeks at a time.”

I happened to agree fully. I never cared for wrinkly clothes, and a sure-fire way to get wrinkles was by leaving them in a basket. It was just wrong.

“Well, I guess that’s okay, then.”

“Perfect!”

“I’ll find something to put the cat food in.”

I was about to turn away when I saw a little orange kitten run across her feet. Weren’t the kittens black and white? But as she carried the litter to the laundry room, sure enough, an orange kitten ran along with her.

Shrugging it off, I let it go. I had been tired and hungover this morning. Hell, I was probably imagining things. I found some spare Tupperware in the cabinets, but none of it was big enough for all the cat food, so I ended up with multiple containers shoved in all areas of the pantry. At least it was out of the bag and I wouldn’t have to worry about mice.

Sighing, I rubbed my eyes, feeling like a good nap was in order. As I trudged upstairs, it didn’t take long for Daphne to join me, groaning as she stripped out of her clothes.

“Whoa,” I sat upright in bed, chuckling. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a nap. I’m exhausted.”

“But…you’re getting naked.”

“Because I like to sleep naked,” she muttered.

“Right, but?—”

She paused just as she was about to yank off her shorts. “Yes?”

“But…I hardly know you.”

She snorted at that and tore the shorts off, kicking them aside. I stared at the clump of fabric on the floor, trying not to let it get under my skin that she so rashly tossed her things around.

“We’ve had a long day and it’s only…eleven o’clock in the morning. Can we argue about this later?”

She pulled back the covers and climbed in, dressed only in her underwear. Her perky breasts were sticking up, bright and…perky! How the hell was I supposed to sleep beside a naked woman when all I could think about was how much I wanted to slide my cock inside her and consummate this marriage?

“You’re thinking too loud,” she muttered, tugging the covers up.

“That’s because my new wife is insane and thinks it’s okay to get in bed naked!”

“Well, we are married. Did you think we would have a platonic relationship?”

No. In fact, I very much planned on making the most of this marriage and all the benefits that went along with it. But I hardly knew this swan. Hell, I hadn’t gotten the meeting that I had with Emily.

“Look, you can’t sleep naked. It’s not good.”

“Why? Because you might slip and stick your dick in me?” she snorted, but then something strange happened. She looked over at me and frowned like I was found wanting in some way. That couldn’t be. She’d seen me. What about me could possibly not live up to her standards?

“Then again, maybe it’s best we…leave things as they are for now.”

She pulled the blankets up and rolled away from me. Was she hiding from me? Why on earth would she need to put things on hold? I mean, I got it, this was all moving fast, but was she not attracted to me or something?

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