Page 76 of Finding Hayes
And I knew he missed me, too.
Exhaustion took me, and I slept for what felt like days, but in reality, I woke with the sun the following morning.
I stretched my arms over my head and blinked a few times as I processed where I was.
I sprung forward and looked beside me. No Hayes. Had he freaked out after what happened between us?
I padded to the bathroom to brush my teeth, tied my hair in a messy knot on top of my head, and made my way down the hallway toward the kitchen and family room.
“Husband? Are you up?” I called out when I heard the sound of pots and pans moving in the kitchen.
“I am. I’ve already worked out, and now I’m scrambling us some eggs.” He stood at the stovetop, his back to me, wearing a pair of basketball shorts and no shirt.
Damn. This man’s body could be a piece of artwork.
He glanced over his shoulder and smirked, like he knew what I was doing.
I moved around him and reached for a coffee mug in the cabinet, and I could feel his eyes on me.
My husband and I were playing a dangerous game of attraction.
I filled my mug with coffee and topped his off as it sat on the counter beside him. And then I intentionally brushed my body against his as I walked past.
“You know you can use your words and ask for what you want,” he said, as he plated the eggs.
“What are you talking about?” I pulled out the barstool and sat down, and he took the seat beside mine, setting both plates in front of us.
“I’m just saying, we’re married. If we want something, all we have to do is ask for it. Marriage is about pleasing your partner, right?”
“Agreed. That’s a great plan. And thank you for the eggs. What can I do for you this morning?” I asked, forking some scrambled eggs and groaning after I swallowed.
“I’d like to hear you groan again like you’re doing right now, but I’d like to be the reason you’re groaning instead of those eggs.” He smirked. “But first, we FaceTime your parents and rip that bandage off. They need to know that you’re my wife before I give you any more orgasms.”
“For a man who doesn’t even do relationships, you sure have a lot of rules about this marriage,” I said, taking another bite of eggs and purposely groaning extra loud because I knew it was getting under his skin.
“Deal with it. You’re the one who agreed to marry me. And if you have any requests, I’m all ears.”
“Anything I want?” I asked as I sipped my coffee.
“Sure. It’s all part of the deal.”
“Great. We’ll call my parents, and then you can make me groan however you’d like, preferably in the shower because oddly enough, I’ve never taken a shower with a man, and I figure this marriage is a good time to knock things off the list. And for my request, I’d like to read another letter.”
He squeezed his eyes closed, and I cinched my brows with confusion before looking down to see his tented shorts, and I covered my laughter with my hand.
“You’ve never showered with a man?”
“No. I tend to shower alone. But I want the letter, so if I have to save the shower for later, I’ll take the letter.”
He thought it over before pushing to his feet. “You can have both after we make the calls.”
He reached for my plate, but I grabbed it from him. “You cooked. I’ll do the dishes.”
“Fine.” He jogged down the hallway and came running back wearing a T-shirt now and holding my laptop.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I finished loading the dishwasher.
“Getting your Zoom set up.” He clapped his hands together. “Chop chop, woman.”
