Page 77 of Yours, Now and Always
She looks horrified. “Are you saying Idohave an ugly sex-face?”
Fuck, she has no idea how wrecked I am over her. “Princess. I’d worship that face on my fucking knees.”
She blinks. “Wait. So, you’renotdenying it?”
Fuck me.That’swhat she heard in that?
“Like, you literally didn’t say no,” she doubles down. “You didn’t deny it. That feels...significant.”
“Amelia—” I start, but Marin cuts me off.
“Okay, but technically, she’s not wrong. That was confirmation via omission.”
“I’m going to fucking strangle Tim,” I mutter.
“I need my phone,” Amelia says. “I need to see what I look like mid-orgasm.” She starts crawling toward the bed.
I rub my hand down my face and stand. “Amelia.”
Her name hits the air like a warning. She stops moving and looks at me.
I step in and drop to a crouch again. One hand on her waist. My body in her space. My eyes firmly on hers. “There’s not a version of you I wouldn’t want. Not a look I wouldn’t love. Not a face I wouldn’t ruin every day if you let me.”
Her breath hitches. But I’m not done.
“You wreck me from the inside out, Princess. I don’t love you because you’re stunning. But god, it’s a fucking privilege to look at you every day.”
Marin lets out a low whistle. “Okay...wow. No notes. I’m just gonna go outside and recover from that.”
I barely register her leaving. I’m too caught up in my wife.
“Gage,” she breathes. Then, she bites her lip, right before tears well in her eyes. “You can’t say stuff like that to me when I’m stoned.” And then she’s crying.
“Fuck me.” I start laughing. I can’t fucking help it. “Of all the things I ever could have imagined would happen today...this was never on the list.”
“I’m sorry,” she says through the tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Because you’re high as fuck and I just told you I love you.”
“I feel like you just told me you want to ruin my face.”
“Same thing.” I wipe her tears. “Come on. Let’s get you off the floor.”
I stand and pull her up with me. She sways slightly and I steady her, my hands on her waist.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Floaty. And emotional. And like I might want to look at the carpet for another hour.” She pauses. “And really hungry.”
“What do you feel like eating?”
She looks alarmed. “I can’t eat, Gage.” She looks down at her stomach. “I’m already too bloated for my dress.”
I tip her chin back up and find her eyes. “You wanna eat? You eat. Fuck the dress. I’ll marry you in this robe.”
We’re interrupted by a knock on the door, and then Tim’s voice. “Amelia? Can I come in?”
“Are you still being a terrorist?”
