Page 103 of Yours, Now and Always
“I’m loving you,” I correct. “Big difference.”
Her expression softens, even as she grumbles, “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
I plug in the heat pad and tuck it against her stomach. “Better?”
She makes a noise that sounds like a dying cat and a prayer. “Keep doing that. The nurturing thing. It’s working.”
I lose the tux, pull on sweats, and climb in beside her, settling on my side so I can watch her. “So that’s all it takes? A heat pad and painkillers, and you’re ready to declare me husband of the year?”
She scoffs, eyes still closed. “Calm down. Let’s not hand out awards before the honeymoon.”
I grin. “Hell of a wedding night, Princess.”
“Please,” she mutters, burrowing deeper into the pillow. “This is yourpretendwedding night. I already gave you the real one. And I distinctly remember there being a lot less clothing involved.”
I lean across and kiss her forehead.
She’s already half-asleep, breath slowing, curled up inside my shirt.
“You could give me this same night a thousand times, Amelia. I’d still want every one. As long as it ends with you beside me.”
She doesn’t answer. Just lets out a tiny sound that’s half sigh, half breath, and I think maybe she’s asleep. A couple of minutes pass, and then her voice breaks through the quiet, muffled by the pillow.
“You still haven’t told me where the honeymoon is.”
“We’re not doing this again.” I pull her into my arms.
She wiggles her body to find the exact right fit with mine. “You promised.”
“I promised to surprise you. You agreed.”
“I’ve been trying to get it out of you for days.”
“I know,” I say flatly. “My balls know too.”
Her grin curves against my chest.
“You said I could surprise you,” I remind her again.
“I lied.”
“Shocking.”
She yawns, then pushes her cold feet between mine in the way she does when she’s trying to fuck with me.
“I’m just saying,” she mumbles, “if someone were to accidentally whisper the location in my ear right now, I’d be too tired to tell a soul.”
“Princess.”
“Not even Sarah.”
“You’re fucking relentless.”
“I’m your wife,” she says, smug as hell. “It’s in the job description.”
I press my mouth to her hair. “You want to know where we’re going?”
She looks up at me. “Wait, seriously?”
