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“Have I told you lately how much I dislike you?”
“Mmm,” he hums. “I should warn you, Ken, I like it when you’re mean. It does something to me.”
“So that’s why you haven’t left me alone all these years? I should’ve been nice to yo...
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“I probably would’ve proposed a handful of times by now if you were. Nice. Mean. I’ll take ...
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“Just think of this as one big game.” His tone is low and deep when he leans down to my ear and whispers, “C’mon wife. Play along.”
“Excuse me?” I stand from my seat. “Watch your fucking words when you’re speaking to my wife.”
“Seven down. I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘Denial.’ Six letters. The act of asserting that something alleged is not true.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t get that one, Kenny. You know a thing or two about denial, don’t you? Like how you’re telling yourself you’ve been avoiding me because you’re too busy and not because you can’t stop dreaming about our kiss and thinking about how you want more. I thought the answer might be ‘Kennedy’ but seven letters is too long.”
Our wedding song is on full blast as Isaiah makes his way to the plate, but before he gets there, he turns back in my direction. With the entire stadium singing the song I walked down the aisle to, Isaiah extends his bat, points at me, and winks. He fucking winks. It’s the moment reality hits me… Miller was right. I think I might have a crush on my husband.
