~Lora~
Michael’s eyes jumped, his brows furrowed together like he was trying to translate a language he didn’t speak.
“What?” I snapped, irritated.
“You’re joking.” He let out a short, dry laugh that died in his throat.
He tried to shrug it off, but his shoulders stayed tight, locked in place.
“No, I’m not, hubby.” I pointed a finger between the two of us. “I want an open marriage. You do you. I do me.”
The words felt different on my tongue.
They were the exact same ones he’d used to hurt me once upon a time.
He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing in a small circle. “C’mon, Lora. You can’t be serious.”
His voice was a rollercoaster of disbelief, rising and falling as he looked at me like I’d just grown a second head. “What kind of madness is this?”
It was funny, really.
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