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“He’s very handsome,” my mother says coolly. I blink at her. “Yeah, so was Ted Bundy.”
“If this was a real date, Miss Edison, I would put you over my knee and spank your bratty little ass for that.”
“Oh, Spitfire, I can do things that would make Bruce Wayne look like Peter Griffin.”
“Don’t get used to it, Mel. You’ll be the one on your knees for me before too long.”
“I’m gonna need to hold on to you for at least another five minutes before we go out there and you become Mrs. Nathan James.” “I’ll always be your Mel.” “Always, sis.”
“You’re doing such a good job of playing the perfect wife, Mel, but I hope you know that I’m going to fuck you like my perfect little whore as soon as I get you alone.”
“Come here,” I command. She takes two steps, her hips swaying seductively. I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. Crawl to me.”
“You get so feral when I have my mouth on you, sir. I have no idea how you’re going to cope without me the next few days.” I take a few seconds to catch my breath. “I think you’re the one who gets feral, corazón. You’re the one still kneeling at my feet after sucking my cock like my good little whore.”
“No matter how we came to be here, you are my wife, and regardless of what I call you, or how often I fuck you like a whore when we’re alone, outside of these walls, I will defend you and your honor with my dying breath. Do you understand me?”
“I don’t usually eat at my desk.” I look up at her and smirk. “But for you, corazón, I think I’ll make an exception.”
“What if I’m broken?” The words leave my mouth on a sob. He sighs, his warm breath dancing over my skin. “You’re not. At least not in the way you mean. But we’re all a little broken, Mel. It’s the inevitability of a life well lived. And it’s the pieces of us that knit back together that make us who we are.”
Love doesn’t care how much time we have. It just takes its happiness where it can find it.’
“The point is, Nathan, nobody knows what tomorrow’s about to bring. You have to grab onto whatever little slice of happiness while you can, and you have to fucking live in it. If your relationship with Mel is truly over, yeah, you should absolutely let it go. Things die all the time, but killing them to stop them from dying is my idea of batshit crazy. So if you’re only ending this with her in case it might cause you more pain later on down the line, well then, for all your fancy degrees and your razor-sharp brain, you’re the biggest fucking fool I ever met.”
“I love you, Mel, and I would die tomorrow if it means I get to love you for today.”
“I would die for you, corazón, so I’d sure as fuck kill and maim for you.”
