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“No wine tonight?” Miles asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Not tonight. My stomach has been bothering me all day.”
“Are you sick?” he asked, sitting across from me.
“I don’t know.” I picked up my fork. “I know there’s a virus going around, so maybe.”
“I’m sure you’ll feel better tomorrow. So, tell me about your day.” A small smile crossed his lips.
“It was good to attend classes in person. It’s been a while.” I smiled. “I like my professors.”
“I’m happy to hear that. Levi dropped by the office today with some news.”
“Oh yeah?” I took a bite of chicken and wanted to vomit.
“He proposed to Laurel and asked me to be his best man. They haven’t set a date yet, though.”
“That’s great. But you don’t do weddings. How are you going to be his best man?” A smirk crossed my lips.
“He’s my best friend. I have no choice.”
“I’m your wife, and you wouldn’t attend my friend’s wedding with me.” My brow arched.
His eyes stared into mine momentarily. “I’m sorry about that. I probably should have gone with you.”
“Easy to say now that it’s over with.” I threw my napkin on the table and stood up.
“Where are you going? You barely ate.”
“To my room to do homework.” I walked out of the kitchen.
* * *
Miles
What the hell was her problem? Something was obviously bothering her, and I wanted to know what it was. After cleaning up dinner, I went into her room and heard the water running from the bathroom. Opening the door, I stepped in and saw Stella lying in the bubbly-filled tub.
“What the hell, Miles?”
I took a seat on the toilet.
“What is wrong with you? Are you really mad that I didn’t attend your friend’s wedding with you?”
“I’m just tired.”
This was the first time I’d seen her like this since I’d met her.
“Enjoy your bath,” I said as I walked out of the bathroom.
Taking a seat on her bed, I picked up one of her psychology books and looked at it. As I was reading a few pages, Stella walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel and looked at me.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm just looking at your books.” I smiled, shutting the book and setting it to the side. “Come here and lay down on your stomach.”
“Why?” Her brows furrowed. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“I wasn’t talking about sex, Stella. I’m giving you a nice massage to help you relax.” A smile crossed my lips.
