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He said it like it didn’t mean anything. He said it like there was nothing weird about him wearing his ring. He said it like we didn’t just go round and round about this very topic and I gave in to his stupid but very relevant points.
“Why?” I asked. He kept walking like I wasn’t trying to have a conversation with him.
“Why? Because I’m married, that’s why. Do I need a reason?” he stopped on the steps of the house and turned back to face me. John, Winston and Trig all kept walking around us and took our bags inside.
“Well any normal married man doesn’t need a reason, no. But you, as you know, are not a normal married man. You just wrote an entire book on why wearing wedding rings doesn’t really matter the other night in our bedroom. Do you remember that?” He crossed his arms against his chest. Damn he was sexy.
I had missed him so much. I really just wanted to jump him. But at the moment I was more curious than anything.
“Yes, I remember.”
“So I was just wondering,” but he didn’t let me finish.
“Norah, I missed you. I missed so much in the 3 days you were gone I decided to start wearing my ring again. It reminds me of you, it makes me think of you, our wedding, my wife and you.”
“You just said four things that all mean the same thing,” I smiled at him as he stepped down to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
“Do I need a reason to honor my wife? I love you and I missed you so much. Are you really going to turn this into a thing?” he kissed me slowly and softly. The butterflies in my stomach were now doing backhand springs. I started to feel a little light headed taking in the scent of clean linen, vanilla and Liam’s natural masculine scent.
My husband was so sexy and so charming with his smile, his kiss, his accent and his ability to make my knees go weak just by touching me.
“No, I will not turn this into yet another thing. Thank you for wearing it.” He kissed me again.
He was lying. I knew he was up to something.
I talked all through dinner. I told him about every detail of the wedding and just kept talking. He laughed and asked a few questions but for the most part he was quiet. I could tell something was bothering him but he didn’t look like he wanted to talk about it. Usually when Liam had something on his mind it was hard for him not to say it.
I kept chatting and started clearing the table.
“So tell me how your meeting went?” I yelled from the kitchen.
“Tell me about this kiss, Norah?” I knew he was in the kitchen behind me. His voice was close now. I turned to look at him and he was leaning against the door frame between the kitchen and dining room. I wiped my hands on a drying towel and took a deep breath.
“Liam, nothing happened.”
“I know that. I don’t doubt that for one second. But I want to know what happened and why did it take you 10 minutes to talk to me and I had to listen to people who were obviously participating in some kind of contact sport?” I walked a little closer to him.
“My team and I went out after the reception and some of the bridal party joined us. We were in a limo and everyone had been drinking,” I took a breath.
“Were you drinking?” he asked.
“Yes. I had two margaritas at dinner and a few more, later at the club.”
“Oh this just keeps getting better, little one.” He uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to me.
“Some of the people in the limo started playing twister while the car was still moving. Not me. I was just watching.” He took his eyes away from mine when I said ‘just watching’.
“The car hit a bump when I answered the phone and I dropped it. The guy that asked for a kiss, was just one of the groomsmen. He was hitting on all the girls. I told him I was married and when we got to the club he found someone else he was interested in.” He looked up at me and took my chin in his hand.
“Tell me about the club? You
“Why?” I asked. He kept walking like I wasn’t trying to have a conversation with him.
“Why? Because I’m married, that’s why. Do I need a reason?” he stopped on the steps of the house and turned back to face me. John, Winston and Trig all kept walking around us and took our bags inside.
“Well any normal married man doesn’t need a reason, no. But you, as you know, are not a normal married man. You just wrote an entire book on why wearing wedding rings doesn’t really matter the other night in our bedroom. Do you remember that?” He crossed his arms against his chest. Damn he was sexy.
I had missed him so much. I really just wanted to jump him. But at the moment I was more curious than anything.
“Yes, I remember.”
“So I was just wondering,” but he didn’t let me finish.
“Norah, I missed you. I missed so much in the 3 days you were gone I decided to start wearing my ring again. It reminds me of you, it makes me think of you, our wedding, my wife and you.”
“You just said four things that all mean the same thing,” I smiled at him as he stepped down to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
“Do I need a reason to honor my wife? I love you and I missed you so much. Are you really going to turn this into a thing?” he kissed me slowly and softly. The butterflies in my stomach were now doing backhand springs. I started to feel a little light headed taking in the scent of clean linen, vanilla and Liam’s natural masculine scent.
My husband was so sexy and so charming with his smile, his kiss, his accent and his ability to make my knees go weak just by touching me.
“No, I will not turn this into yet another thing. Thank you for wearing it.” He kissed me again.
He was lying. I knew he was up to something.
I talked all through dinner. I told him about every detail of the wedding and just kept talking. He laughed and asked a few questions but for the most part he was quiet. I could tell something was bothering him but he didn’t look like he wanted to talk about it. Usually when Liam had something on his mind it was hard for him not to say it.
I kept chatting and started clearing the table.
“So tell me how your meeting went?” I yelled from the kitchen.
“Tell me about this kiss, Norah?” I knew he was in the kitchen behind me. His voice was close now. I turned to look at him and he was leaning against the door frame between the kitchen and dining room. I wiped my hands on a drying towel and took a deep breath.
“Liam, nothing happened.”
“I know that. I don’t doubt that for one second. But I want to know what happened and why did it take you 10 minutes to talk to me and I had to listen to people who were obviously participating in some kind of contact sport?” I walked a little closer to him.
“My team and I went out after the reception and some of the bridal party joined us. We were in a limo and everyone had been drinking,” I took a breath.
“Were you drinking?” he asked.
“Yes. I had two margaritas at dinner and a few more, later at the club.”
“Oh this just keeps getting better, little one.” He uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to me.
“Some of the people in the limo started playing twister while the car was still moving. Not me. I was just watching.” He took his eyes away from mine when I said ‘just watching’.
“The car hit a bump when I answered the phone and I dropped it. The guy that asked for a kiss, was just one of the groomsmen. He was hitting on all the girls. I told him I was married and when we got to the club he found someone else he was interested in.” He looked up at me and took my chin in his hand.
“Tell me about the club? You
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