Her fingers raked through my hair. “No.”
Christ.
I shut my eyes briefly. “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that because you like my gray sweats?”
She smirked and replied with, “I can’t be held responsible for my actions when you’re wearing gray sweats.”
I smiled down at her, seeing her in a new light than I had before.
It felt like a relief to get this off my chest.
But, I wasn’t finished yet.
There was more we needed to talk about.
“I wasn’t drunk when we got married, Lexi. I remember everything. I wanted to marry you.”
Her eyes got watery, and that made my heart flip inside my chest.
“I wasn’t drunk, either Trey. I mean—after, yeah. Totally.” The smile she gave me wasn’t one I’d ever forget. “But I knew what I was doing—and I’m glad we did it.”
I asked her one more time, “You want to stay married?” I stopped breathing while I waited to hear her answer.
“To you?”
I chuckled, and let out a long sigh. “To me.”
“Yeah, I want to stay married to you. You’re fun, a decent dancer, and you’re okay to look at.”
That cracked both of us up, and we laughed in each other’s arms.
“Nobody’s ever made me laugh like you do,” I told her the honest truth.
“Same here. And your love of romance novels only ups your hot factor.”
“Damn, I should have started reading those years ago.”
We quietly stared into each other’s eyes for a minute.
“Trey?”
“Hmm?”
“Is question period over?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” She kissed my chin and wrapped her long legs around my hips. “Can we get on with the main event then?”
My eyes took in everything below me.
The way her long, blonde locks floated on the pillow.
The look in her eyes as she stared back at me.
The way she made me want to rush home after practice and see what she was reading, or what she was making in the kitchen.
The way I always knew—even after a shit day—somehow she’d make me laugh.