Page 35 of Shameless
Steam came off the water. I unzipped my dress and undid a few buttons, hanging it on the door to keep it from wrinkling. That done, I kept my underwear on and walked over.
“Why now?” I sashayed to the edge and dipped a toe in the warm waters.
“I said, ‘I will,’ and you’re changing on me.”
“Is that bad?” I asked and eased my way in.
He laughed and came closer. “No. It’s sexier on you, though.”
I swam back to the edge but lifted my chin. “Good, because you and I are connected now.”
He smiled and treaded water where he was. “I’m glad.”
One of my questions from earlier resurfaced, and I swam toward him. “Why ‘will’ and not ‘do’ for the vows?”
He shrugged. “Americans are more skeptical in their vows, only talking about the present moment, but in England, we take vows to be from this moment on and in the future.”
I tilted my head and said, “That sounds like the differences between us now.”
He stared at me, unblinking. “If you say so.”
My skin buzzed in awareness, but I headed back to my ledge and quickly said, “I’m getting out. Get dressed and joined me.”
“I will,” he called after me.
I knew he stared was staring my ass. I left my dress because my wet hands shouldn’t touch it, and I gazed back at him. “Now, that does sound good.”
Then I headed to the master’s suite to change. I wasn’t sure how to untangle our lives, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to try, either. So I avoided Michael for a few minutes to get my head back on straight.
Chapter Twelve
Michael
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The woman I loved was now my wife. She had no idea how I felt or what our marriage meant to me. I needed to ramp up the seduction, which included kisses.
I needed Britney to know she’d been The One since the first night she’d brought me home and told me to call her a bad girl.
I’d been hooked, and I refused to live without her from then on.
Currently, dressed in my pajama bottoms and a simple T-shirt, I knocked on the master suite as the sun was going down. The next day, we were going to leave for my old home, and I was stepping up my long game. She opened the door and stared at me.
My cock was hard and ready, but I lifted my chin and asked, “So do you like your room?”
She pointed behind herself at a poster bed with a circular blue-and-white floral design on the comforter. The white sheets and chunky blue cotton overlay could all be tossed out of the way quickly.
She sighed and said, “The bed is right out of a magazine picture.”
If I walked in like I wanted to, I would find a way to forget the deal.
I waved for her to come with me as I said, “Kelly was a big help in knowing what you like.”
She walked back to our grand room, with the teak and bamboo with blue and green color pops all around, and sat in one of the chairs. “She went above and beyond.”
I took the seat beside her. “She wanted you to be happy.”
She curled her legs under herself and stared at me. “What about you? It sounded like the Norouzis were asking a lot of questions and happy to head home with you.”
