Page 38 of Breakout
Cora rubs his back. “I still love you even though you suck.”
Usually, the fact Kellan is hanging out with us after everything between him and Grace last year would bring a smile to my face, but not tonight. No, I wish that everyone was doing their own thing so I could figure out what the hell is wrong with my wife.
As soon as Peyton stepped inside tonight, I knew something was wrong, but I haven’t been able to get her alone for a minute to figure out what it is, and it’s killing me.
Did the lawyer say something when she dropped off our marriage certificate?
Just thinking about that piece of paper brings a smile to my face. There’s no denying it now, we really are tied together, for life if I have it my way.
Peyton shifts next to me, bringing me back to the present. Instinctively my hand falls to her thigh. Like usual, though, when we are around others, she bats it away. My jaw clenches in frustration. I know no one knows, but I just want to be able to touch her when I want. In a non-sexual way. I’m so completely obsessed with her that I want to keep her close. Is that so wrong?
Peyton jumps up. “I’m going to go grab another drink. Does anyone want anything?”
“I’m good,” Grace tells her from where she’s tucked into Clay’s side.
Envy fills me as I watch him play with her hair.
That. I want to be able to do that. But I can’t because no one knows.
I give it a minute before I stand and follow her out of the room. As soon as I step into the kitchen, she looks up from the fridge.
“If you wanted something, I could have brought it to you,” she says as she holds up a bottle of water.
I shake my head as I approach her. As soon as she’s within touching distance, I pull her into me.
“Beckett,” she warns.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lies.
“Don’t lie to me. Now tell me what happened.”
Peyton frowns and pulls out of my hold. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Everything okay?” Wyatt asks.
Peyton shoots him a smile, which pisses me off. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”
She brushes by me and heads back to the living room, and I tip my head back in frustration. My wife is a giant pain in my fucking ass.
“You good, brother?” Wyatt asks.
I turn toward him. “I’m good.”
Wyatt hums but doesn’t say anything as he studies me. Shit, how much did he see?
Before he can press, Brett yells his name. “Wyatt, it’s our turn!”
“Coming,” he says, not taking his eyes off of me.
“Come on, you know he hates waiting.” I slap him on the shoulder, and together we head back to the living room.
I feel the corner of my eye twitch when I see that Peyton is now sitting next to Cora, where there’s not enough room for me to sit next to her.
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
I sit back down in my spot and watch her. I don’t care if our friends notice or if it’s creepy. I can’t help it.
