The Unhoneymooners (Unhoneymooners, #1)

by Christina Lauren

“And remember,” I say, loving his discomfort, “I didn’t mention you, or being engaged, at the interview, so we need to look a little windswept by it all.”

Why would you say this in an interview anyways?! Normalize separating work life and home life!!

The restaurant is just off the beach; it’s convenient because when all this blows up in my face, it will only be a short walk to drown myself in the ocean.

We all shake hands and Ethan holds out my chair. I smile and sit as carefully as I can. The rational part of my brain knows he won’t do it, but the lizard brain expects Ethan to pull it out from under me.

My smile literally unfurls. Suddenly, I am the Grinch wearing a Santa hat.

Ethan sighs the deep, weary sigh of a long-suffering ghoul.

He uses his finger to indicate that I should turn around. “Not that we haven’t seen everything already,” he says. I hear him drying off, and the image of it does weird, electric things to my body. “The Bathroom of Doom sort of took care of that.” “I feel like I should apologize,” I say. “You did throw up directly afterward.” He laughs quietly, under his breath. “As if that would be my reaction to seeing you naked, Olive.”

Stop saying breastbone :(

He doesn’t break eye contact. Not even for a breath. “It’s so exhausting pretending to hate you.”