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“That’s practically… gentlemanly, coming from you.”
“She’s mywife, I’m going to treat her right.”
Genna rolls her eyes, face hardening. “What’s it mean though? Did she sleep over?”
“She did, yes. I wanted to start our marriage off the right way.”
“By eating her out.” She sighs, rubbing her face. “Did you open the ceiling?”
I hesitate, looking away. “Yes.”
“God, you’re unbelievable.” Genna laughs, stretching her legs. “Well, did she like it at least?”
“Loved it, I think.” I glare at her. “Why is this so funny?”
“It’s just funny, is all. How many women have you let sleep in that big bed of yours? How many have you shown that skylight to?”
“You know how many.”
“Exactly.” He leans forward. “None.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is you’re getting intimate with her. I only know about that fucking weird skylight and that huge bed because you showed me one time when you were drunk. Youneverbring women home. It’s always their place or a hotel. Except for her.”
“She’s my wife. Am I supposed to rent the penthouse just to get her off?”
“No, that’s not what I mean.” She softens a touch. “I’m just worried about you, is all. This whole thing seems really complicated and I’m not sure either of you really know what you’re doing.”
“We’re fine.” I say it sharper than I should, trying to end this miserable conversation. But Genna’s not bothered by my tone.
“You might be, but what about her? Is she going to catch feelings? Are you going to? What happens when Papa Crowley brings the hammer down and really fucks shit up? I don’t think you two will be snuggling under the stars and licking each other’s privates then.”
I rub between my eyes. “Can you not call itlicking each other’s privatesever again, please? You’re seriously going to ruin all future erections.”
“I’m serious, Finn. Do you like the girl? I mean, really like her?”
“Yes,” I say, but hesitate. “And no.”
“That, right there, is a bad answer.” She points at me. “Get your shit together.”
I stand, turning my back on Genna, trying not to get pissed. She’s right to push me like this—I’ve been having the same thoughts, the same worries. I want to get closer to Dara, but where’s the line? At what point have I gone too far, and is there too far now that we’re married?
“She’s not from our world,” I say, staring out the window as the city wakes up down below us. “How am I supposed to protect her? And our child?”
“You’re supposed to be her husband.” Genna drums her fingernails on the arm of the chair. “What else can you do? I’m just saying, don’t get her hopes up is all, especially not if you plan on fucking her over in the end.”
“I don’t plan on fucking her over,” I say, turning back to give Genna a hard stare. “She’s my wife.”
“Good. I like her.” Genna stands. “Not being from our world is a good thing, by the way. You’re not going to corrupt her.”
“You sure about that?”
Genna waves me off as she leaves my office. I watch her go, frustrated.
After last night, I’d been having good feelings toward this whole marriage thing. Yes, it’s complicated, and yes, it’s going to get worse once I speak with my father, but for now it feels good.
Last night was simple. A woman in my bed, the stars in the sky, her taste on my tongue. Her moans, her heavy breathing. That’s all I need sometimes, only her physical body, and her laughter, and her groans, and all those little noises. Her hands on my chest. Her gaze in mine.
