Page 165 of Accidental Husband

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Griffin: I will.

Jules: Huh?

Griffin: Be patient.

Jules: Oh. Thanks.

Griffin: We are married.

Jules: It's completely insane.

Griffin: Yeah. You're stuck with me now.

Jules: I was going to say the same thing.

Griffin: You got the worse end of this deal.

Jules: Are you kidding? You have a job. I'm about to start an MFA program.

Griffin: You'll figure it out.

Jules: Or I'll work at Starbucks my entire life.

Griffin: You'd never work at Starbucks.

Jules: Okay, I'll beg for a job at that matcha shop on Abbot Kinney.

Griffin: With how much you'd save, your salary would be worth double.

Jules: True. But it's not a career.

Griffin: You're smart. You will figure it out.

Jules: I want to believe that.

Griffin: It's okay you're scared.

Jules: I'm doing it. And I don't want your input on how I'm supposed to feel about it. Even if your input is "whatever you feel is okay."

Griffin: Is that your way of saying "fuck off, Griff."

Jules: Maybe.

Griffin: I love when you bitch-slap me.

Jules: Is that a kink of yours?

Griffin: No, but if you're into it, I'm game.

Jules: Uh… no. Not at all.

Her lips curl into a half-smile. It's easy. Normal.

That's what I want.

Everything I want.

Griffin: Make me a promise?

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