Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“What do you feel like watching?” Georgia asked, still determined to find a movie that fit both the criteria we always strove for—neither of us had seen it, and both of us wanted to see it.
But fuck me, it was a tall order to carry out.
Truthfully, this was a common theme and conundrum with us.
We always wanted to find a new movie, spent a shitload of time trying to find a new movie, but in the end, we ended up watching a movie we’d both already seen or reruns of The Office.
In the digital age of technology, with everything at the tips of our fingers, how could it still feel like there was nothing to watch? Your guess was as good as mine.
I grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite, but before I could manage a second bite, my phone chimed from the coffee table.
Thatch: You still mad at me?
He’d been demon-texting me the same sentiment all day. I’d been ignoring every single one. I tossed my phone back on the table, and Georgia sighed.
She didn’t like discontentment in the friendship circle, even if she’d been the victim of this particular friend’s stupid schemes.
“You’re still not going to answer him?”
I shook my head. Not yet. Not if there was going to be any chance of letting him live.
Georgie sighed as my phone vibrated on the table again. I picked it up and read it—for some reason, I hadn’t been able to help myself—but I tossed it back down without responding again.
Thatch: C’mon, K. Don’t be mad. You know I was just trying to help you make Georgie’s getaway fun.
Make Georgie’s getaway fun? Ha. By the end of his attempts at helping with the fun, my wife was convinced we had to leave Cabo before we died in a hot air balloon.
Thatch: Also, for the fortieth time, I’d like to swear on the most perfectly perfect set of tits in the world, I did not send you and Georgia girl to a beat-the-meat market. If I’m lying, may they deflate right this moment, never to be fondled again.
Swearing on the destruction of tits was a pretty big deal for the giant bastard, so chances were, he was telling the truth about the swingers. But he was still behind everything else, so he could stew in his nerves while I enjoyed a fucking quiet night of pizza with my wife. Of course, my cell chimed a few more times, but fuck that crazy fucker.
“Oh, Kline! I’ve got it!” Georgia exclaimed, pointing the remote toward the TV.
I looked at the screen and saw Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan and the title You’ve Got Mail. “Baby, we’ve seen this movie a thousand times.”
“Because it’s the best rom-com movie ever! And oh my gosh!” She bounced up and down on the couch. “It reminds me so much of how our relationship started. We have to watch it.” she begged. “Please, please, please!”
Her enthusiasm made me grin. “You really want to watch it?”
“Yes!”
“Then, by all means, hit play.”
“Woo-hoo!” she exclaimed and leaned forward to press a smacking kiss to my lips.
Thank God she was so fucking adorable. It was like a balm to my constantly simmering anger.
Too tempted by her cuteness, I reached out and pulled her back toward me for another kiss. This time, though, I made damn sure it lasted longer than a second. Lips to hers, I coaxed her mouth to follow my soft, tender movements.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips once I slowly ended the kiss. “Every part of me loves every part of you, baby.”
“Do you know what I realized?” She smiled, and her eyes searched mine.
“What?”
“I’m not cursed when it comes to Valentine’s Day.”
I furrowed my brow at her surprising admission. “And what makes you say that? Now? After the weekend we’ve just had?”
“Because I’m not destined to have this fantastic, awesome Valentine’s Day. I don’t need it. Because every single day with you is Valentine’s Day.”
“Georgia.” Her words hit me square in the chest and officially smothered the withering flame.
“I love you,” she said and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. “I love everything about our life. I don’t need or want anything else in this world besides you and the perfect little bubble we’ve created for ourselves.”
“Ditto, baby.”
Goddamn. My woman. She was the best.
“So, husband of mine, are you ready to enjoy our perfect evening of pizza and rom-com on the couch?”
“Count me all in.”
Once she hit play on the movie, she cuddled up close to me, her fingers mindlessly strumming through Walter’s fur as Tom Hanks appeared on the screen.
All the while, I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking lucky I was.
With my arm around my wife’s shoulders, I tucked her closer to my side before grabbing my phone to shoot out a text. My wife was right. Lingering grudges didn’t have any place in a fairy tale like ours.