Pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me, he says, “Might want to change my name to protect my identity. Otherwise, it will be pretty awkward when I’m sitting at the dinner table next to you.” My heart kicks up as he prowls over me, but not in the bad way. “Why are you sitting next to me in this scenario? Are you stalking me? Do we have a bad break-up and you just can’t let go? I cheat on you with Erika, don’t I?” Cocking his head, he says, “I’d watch that.” I roll my eyes and shove him in the shoulder. “Ew.” “Anyway, no, I’m not stalking you. We’re married.” Laughter bubbles up
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