I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. My woman. I didn’t even have to fake it. We’d sang a few ridiculous karaoke songs together, and everyone was laughing their asses off. We’d been hand in hand earlier, and I fucking loved it. I’d never been that guy who wanted to show off his woman. But damn, I was proud as hell that everyone thought she was my wife. When was the last time I felt that kind of pride?
