Page 241 of Accidental Husband

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Fuck, I miss him.

It's been half a day and I'm aching. How am I supposed to survive losing him completely?

I can't. I just can't.

I strip out of my pajamas. Slip into my interview suit. Pencil skirt. Button up shirt. Blazer. Flats.

A deep breath does nothing to steady me. Neither does a coat of lipstick. Or an all business ponytail.

I guess there's no feeling steady when you're tearing apart your marriage. Even if it's an incredibly young marriage.

It should matter, that it was only a few days, that it was a drunken idea, that it was crazy.

But it doesn't. It still hurts. It still feels like this huge mistake.

Not the marriage part.

This part.

I…

I'm running out of time.

"Hey." Griffin knocks on my door. "We, um, we only have a few minutes."

"Right."

"I guess it's a dick move to ask, but could you drive? I haven't slept."

"Sure, yeah." I suck in another deep breath. "You want to go now?"

"Will you let me in?"

I want to. I do. I'm just not good at it."Sure, yeah." I open the door.

He's standing there in the frame, all tall, dark, and handsome.

I want to collapse in his arms. To kiss him hard. To soak up every ounce of his comfort.

But only if he's mine.

"I… Uh… you look good. For not sleeping." I smooth my blazer. "You clean up nice."

"You too." His fingers brush my hip. My wrist. My ring finger. "It looks good on you."

"Thank you." I swallow hard.

"You should keep it."

"What for?"

"I don't want anyone else to have it." His eyes bore into mine. "Jules, I… I'm sorry about last night." He cups my hip with his palm.

"What about it?"

"Freaking about your call."

"Oh."

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