Page 108 of Marry Lies
Estelle squeals as her feet hit the ice cold water.
“Fuck, it’s cold!” she cries out, tiptoeing along the shore and screaming as the water chases her.
I laugh as I shuck my shirt off.
What am I doing? And do I even fucking care?
Stepping out of my pants, I look around once more. A few people are eyeing us curiously, and I start to panic. But as my eyes adjust to their faces, I can see that they’re smiling.
So…fuck it.
I laugh again as I get rid of my boxers, praying the cold water isn’t too unforgiveable to my cock.
I walk over to my wife, who must’ve been too distracted by the cold water to notice my trek over to her, because her eyes widen.
“You did it! Miles, you’re free,” she tells me like I’m five. “And you’re not spontaneously combusting like I thought you would,” she adds, smirking as she refers to what she said to me that night at the fountain.
“Very funny,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her. “And, as punishment for making me go skinny dipping…” I pick her up and jog into the water.
Her piercing cry of surprise makes me cackle like a maniac as I dump her into the icy water.
She gasps and stands up, waist deep, her face contorting into fury. “You fucking arsehole—”
I grab her wrist and tug her into my body. She goes pliantly, molding her curves against me. She places her arms around my waist, I look down at her as I walk us deeper into the ocean, until her bits are covered. Then, I reach down and lift her so she’s straddling me. I moan when her legs wrap around my hips.
“Miles,” she whispers, looking at me with adoration. Like she wants to savor me.
I lean down and smash my lips against hers. “Thank you,” I tell her, smiling. “For making me do this.”
She swallows, and then I devour her—my hands finding the back of her neck and my right hand running through her wet hair.
“Please tell me you’re not going to shag me in this filthy water,” she jokes, and I laugh.
“Absolutely not. I just want to kiss my wife, because…” I pull away, my eyes piercing into hers.
“Because what?” she asks, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.
Because I love you.
Because I could spend forever with you.
Because I can’t imagine my life without you.
And one day, you’re going to hate me.
I close my eyes as the last thought filters through my mind. I have to tell her. Tomorrow. I will tell her tomorrow. And tonight? It will be perfection before ruination.
“Because I want to shag my wife in a warm bed.”
“Then do it,” she counters, quirking a brow.
“Let’s go, then.”
I’m going to enjoy my few hours of heaven before I descend into hell.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
THE MIRROR
