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“I’m glad you think so,” I say awkwardly.
I hear the key in the lock and I stand suddenly, even though there’s a wall that is blocking my vision of her. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest and I think that I’ve stopped breathing until I hear a bunch of random songs mashed together in the worst singing tone that I’ve ever heard.
Chapter Seven
“This one time in Vegas, I tapped a famous baseball player on the shoulder while I may have had a lot of alcohol in my system then proceeded topush him out the way so I can go to the bathroom.”
PEYTON
“Oh, we’re off to see the—anaconda don’t want none unless—you let me see that thong, th-thong, thong, thoooooong!” I don’t hold anything back, my voice cracks as I let the last of the Thong Song go extra-long. I pride myself in making my own mash-ups, and this one, is one of my best. I’ve kicked shut the door and bring the bags from the store into the small kitchen and place them on the small counter space that we have.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had company, please excuse my horrible—” the guy looks familiar and suddenly it’s as if someone threw a ball straight to my gut, “it’s you.” I whisper.
He smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that makes you want to tear off your panties and throw them at him.
“You must be my wife?” He says stepping forward, looking the epitome of calm, when I’m anything but. He holds out his hand and smiles.
I place my shaky hand in his and give a slight wave with the other.
“Hello, Wife,” he grins.
“Hello, Husband,” I return quietly.
“How long have you known that we were married?” He asks cocking his head to the side.
“Truthfully?” I pause.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Since I woke up in your bed, naked and rushed back to my hotel room.”
“You didn’t think to wake me up and share the news with me?”
“You could have been a serial killer. I watch the ID channel. I know that I need to stay sexy and not get murdered.”
“I think that if you spent the entire night with me and were as naked as I was when you woke up, you wouldn’t have survived the night. I too, watch the ID channel and know that you need to stay out of the woods just the same.”
Quinn sighs. “Look at you two, that’s already a few things in common.”
I look over to her and give her the evil eye.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I woke up and remembered nothing. I didn’t know that I was married and thought you were just part of a dream. Can we start over?” He asks shoving his hands in his front pockets, looking suddenly, very boyish.
“Right. Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting to see you, or rather meet you and then here you are.”
“Well, a proper introduction should be done then. Hi, I’m Maxwell Addison, and you are?” He holds his hand out to me once again.
“I’m Peyton Manning, and no I’m not a football player or have any relation to his family. Also, I do not play any sports.” I smile shaking his hand again.
The corners of his lips turn up and I think I’ve just fallen in love with my husband.
* * *
“I think you need to give him a proper chance,” Quinn whispers.
I’m standing in my closet while Maxwell sits in our living room. I’ve agreed to go out to an early dinner with him and truth be told, I’m terrified that I really may start to like him and then my heart will be broken because we live so far from one another.
I can’t do a long-distance relationship, and that’s all that it would ever be since we live in different states.
