Chapter 25
ETHAN.
She’s throwing up, and while I feel bad for laughing, it really is hilarious. I did try to tell her not to eat it. Not everyone likes their steak rare. I do, on some occasions, but they make me feel sick too.
“May?” I call out when she spends even longer than I anticipated in the women’s bathroom. ” Are you alright?”
“No, leave me alone,” she cries from inside and what follows is the sound of retching.
Christ. What was I thinking, bringing her here? Next time, I’ll go with her to a restaurant and eat their spicy food and probably end up in the hospital for food poisoning, but I guess that’ll make us even.
“Are you alone in there?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says quietly, and I push the door open, entering the bathroom.
She’s by the sink, hands bracing either side of it. Her eyes are red–rimmed and her makeup is running down her cheeks as tears. She takes one look at me in the mirror, and her lips quiver– the first sign that May’s about to start sobbing.
It would seem like I am indeed making progress in understanding her.
I cross over, hesitating before I put my arm on her shoulder. I feel her body tense under my touch, but it is only for a moment before she relaxes. “You’re not supposed to be in here. You’ll get fined.‘
“You want me to leave?”
“No,” she admits. “That is the most awful thing I’ve eaten.”
She gags again and I pat down her back gently as she washes her mouth. “I’m sorry. I warned you a little too late. This was a bad idea. I’m sorry‘
May turns to me, an incredulous expression brightening her face. “Bad idea? This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Thank you, E.”
My heart flutters a little, and to diffuse the tension rising and crawling under my skin, I say, You pick the place next time.”
Not easily deterred, May leans in and plants a kiss on my cheek. “I mean it. Thank you for taking me along.” Her breath is hot against my ear and…I can’t breathe.
I know she meant no harm but the feel of her inexperienced lips against my skin is fire to my blood and every cell in my body is responding to something as little as a chaste kiss to the
cheek.
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I don’t feel well. No, I feel ill, and only my wife can make me feel better. I don’t understand it either, but my head and my body have been a mess since I kissed her.
It is all I have been thinking about, even if we both swept it under the carpet. I want more, and I can’t steer my thoughts away from it.
I don’t want to push her, lest she runs from me, closes up or even worse, stops trusting me, but I can’t stop myself from turning my head at the last minute and kissing the corner of her lips.
May sucks in a sharp breath, and she sort of staggers into me as though she is unable to help herself.
I suddenly recall our wedding, and the promise I gave her right before it. No strings attached, I had promised. I wouldn’t warm her bed and she wouldn’t warm mine. What was I thinking? How does one have a woman like May and not constantly think of doing that?
It had started as a small thought, and now, I can’t rest for the life of me.
May pulls back and her eyes are wide with unmistakable fear. “Why…” Her voice trails off and her eyes drop to my midsection. There’s a bulge.
I turn around quickly, shielding myself with my hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. It was a mistake.”
What the hell am I saying to her? A mistake?
“Ethan,” she calls out softly, touching my arm, and I flinch because her touch burns me in a way even I can’t comprehend at the moment. She drops her hand and through the mirror, I can see the hurt that flashes in her eyes.
I don’t understand it. Perhaps, I don’t understand her at all.
“I need a minute. I’ll be right out with you.”
She doesn’t object. She leaves without another word, shutting the door quietly behind her.
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MAY.
The food may be crappy, but the wine, it tastes good.
A minute, he said. He’s spent ten in the bathroom. I’m not mad. Why should I be? He just kissed me again and told me it was a mistake. He said he shouldn’t have.
Then why did he?
I spent the past couple of days trying to ignore it, him. After the incident in his bedroom,
something had shifted between us.
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It started to feel like..I knew him. I still don’t know where he works, his favorite food, or what he likes and what he doesn’t, but the touch of his lips against mine had instilled some form of intimacy in me that took away the ‘stranger danger‘ fear.
We have successfully been able to pretend that that kiss didn’t happen, but Ethan…the look in his eyes when he observes me has changed.
And I’m terrible at reading meaning to it. Most times, I try not to even think about it. That maybe I have begun to mean something to him.
I take another drink from the glass and I stare at it. I started to drink the wine because I felt hot everywhere. I had hoped it would calm me down, but now, I feel lightheaded and hotter.
My fingers rise and despite the aircon, I start to fan myself.
A mistake.
Someone explain to me why it infuriates me that he said that. I shouldn’t care. Our marriage to
each other has nothing attached to it. Helping each other out, that’s all it was.
And now, it’s turning into something I don’t recognize. Something even Ethan calls a mistake.
The man in question turns up five minutes later and he doesn’t slide into his seat. He stands by my side and takes the napkin off my lap. “Let’s go home.”
I don’t respond. I merely raise the wine glass to my lips again.
Ethan snatches it before I can drink from it. “May,” he says, and his voice is so cold, I think I
might cry. “Let’s go home.”
“I’m not going home with you,” I retort, but my words don’t sound right to me. They’re slower and less combative than I intended. My vision blurs a little and I shake my head. “You want to go, you can. I’m gonna sit right here and finish all this food because no one is—oh!”
Ethan leans in, and I’m suddenly in the air. “You’re really horrible at holding your alcohol,” he says as he carries me out of the restaurant.
Ethan…he smells really nice. I think I might have said that out loud because he responds to it.
“I know.”
“I’m mad at you,” I sob, smacking his chest.
Steel eyes meet mine. “Why?”
“I think you’re an ass,” I murmur, closing my eyes as I let my head rest against his chest. “Do you…like me?”
Ethan’s heartbeat is strong, and I splay my fingers against his chest to feel it even more.
“You’re my wife. I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t like you.”
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“Do you… like–like me?”
“‘Like–like‘ isn’t a thing.”
I pout, and my eyes fly open when he opens the door of his car. “Attracted. Are you attracted to me now?”
He settles me in the seat gently, and right before he shuts the door, he says, “I don’t know, May.”
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