Page 148 of Accidental Husband
"What counts as an orgy?" His lips curl into a half-smile.
"You have not."
"I haven't. But I've had a few threesomes."
"How few?" I ask.
"Lost track."
That's not a few. But I keep that to myself. I know Griffin is a slut. That doesn't matter. That's never mattered. "I… uh… how many women do you think?"
"I don't keep notches on my bed post."
"I… um… that's just—"
"Don't do that," he says.
"What?" Ice cream melts onto my hands.
"Compare yourself."
"I'm not." Fuck, I am. With three bites, I finish my cone.
Griffin wraps his fingers around my wrist. He brings my hand to his lips. Licks melting ice cream from my palm. "I'm not going to sell you some story about how I was fucking my way through some deep emptiness."
"Well, you could, there is an emptiness."
He chuckles. "That's terrible."
"I know."
"Now, you sound like my dad."
"Really?"
He nods.
"Then I take it back." I press my lips together. "I hate him."
"Me too."
"I know you don't want to talk about him. I just had to say that."
He takes my pinkie into his mouth. Sucks the melting ice cream from it.
"Do you still think about him?"
He shakes his head. Moves to my ring finger. Runs his thumb over my wedding band.
The intimacy of the gesture makes my stomach flutter.
I…
I really, really like him.
More.
But I can't say that yet.
