- 7.
Jake and I got home.
Still buzzing from the wedding drama, I
couldn’t stop smiling.
I hummed my way into the bedroom.
The French–style room was even more festive
than usual.
The door slammed shut behind me.
Jake was taking off his suit jacket, the white
shirt highlighting his broad shoulders. “Tired?”
“Nah, I’m hyped.”
He chuckled and loosened his tie.
“Me too.”
He looked…intense. I swallowed hard.
I had a feeling we were hyped about different
things.
I’d never been married before, so I was
clueless about what to do. Should I try to
make conversation?
Suddenly, Jake pulled me close, wrapping his
arms around me from behind.
“Janice, you spent too much time on other
people’s drama today. Now it’s my turn.”
His breath tickled my neck, and my heart
started racing. I turned to say something, but
he kissed me instead.
The kiss deepened, and finally, he whispered,
“Want to take a shower?”
“Sure.” I grabbed my pajamas and went into
the bathroom, only to find Jake right behind
- me.
Awkward.
“Why don’t you go first?”
Before I could turn away, he grabbed my wrist
and pulled me back, closing the bathroom
door behind him. His lips found mine again.
He looked down at me. “Janice, we’re
married.”
I remembered him standing across from me
on the debate stage, his arguments sharp and
piercing, his face cold and unreadable.
changed?
The night was long.
