Todos os capítulos de One Night Stand with My Brother's Best Friend: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Carissa's POV Dylan gave me a little grin, his voice husky from sleep, “Morning wife.” That word made my cheeks feel warm. "Don't get used to saying that too quickly. I might get real comfy." "Is that not the point?" he said with a light chuckle then closed his eyes again. I moved the cover away and sat on the end of the bed. My toes hit the chilly wood floor. For a bit, I just stayed there, gazing at the window covered with li͏ght curtains. Outside, the day was starting to wake up. But here; time seemed slower. I stood and walked to the small kitchen in an apartment. Opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and sipped it slowly. Normally, on mornings like these I was alone. But today it was different... Leaning on the kitchen edge my mind drifted. About yesterday, about last weeks, about how quick all had changed. Dylan and I wer

Dylan’s POVThat morning, the office seemed like͏ it usually did—big glass walls, sun shining off the surface. But inside me, something felt dark. I got out of a lift, nodded at the security guard and walked to my office. It wasn’t even a full week since Carissa and I married but it already felt like I had been holding something I couldn’t say for months. The computer turned on. The meeting plan was tidy. All things went like normal, and perhaps that’s what made it all seem so strange. This habit... this beat... should of been nice. But all I felt was a strange nothingness. I looked down at my hands, the ring on my finger caught the light, shiny softly under the lamp in the office. The same band I had on when I said those promises—holding Carissa’s hands, gazing into her eyes and promising I would always be by her side. And I reall

Dylan’s POV "You know Dad said softly, I used to feel the same way. With your mom but it turns out learning to be a husband never really ends. Their always something new every day The important thing is never stop learn" I was still for a bit. “Carissa is so kind Dad she always helps me with the small stuff I forget sometimes” "That means you are fortunate. But she is lucky too, because you wish to learn. Marriage isn’t about who’s best, it’s about who is willing to grow together.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Thanks, Dad.” “If something occurs, don’t wait to speak to me. You might be a husband now but you’re still a son.” I smiled. “Yeah, Dad. Thanks.” After the phone call finished, I sat still for a bit. Many things

Carissa’s POV Dylan sat by me, this time with little space between us. “Carissa,” he said quietly, “I know I’m not great yet. But I want us to talk about the small things without making space.” I closed my book and looked at him. "I want that as well. But you must keep in mind, tone is important. Sometimes it’s not the words which hurt but how they are said." He nodded, his expression serious.  “Noted. I’ll work on that.” We didn’t talk again after this, but the quiet now felt different. Not the sort that made walls, but the sort that gave room to breathe with each other. I laid my head on his shoulder and he let out a long sigh like a little load on his chest had been taken away. I knew that this bond would not be all easy. There would be some mornings fi

Carissa’s POV The sound of my phone vibrating on the table made me turn. A message had come in. From Dylan.[Working late. Don’t wait for dinner. Go to bed if you’re tired.]  I stared at the screen for a long moment, trying to guess the tone hidden behind his short text. I knew he was busy. I knew his projects were piling up. But a small part of me had hoped he’d add I miss you or at least Be careful at home alone.I wiped the foam from my hands, grabbed my phone, and replied:[Okay. Take care!]His reply didn’t come right away, and I didn’t expect much. I already knew his pattern. Dylan was the kind of person who, once buried in work, could forget the world around him.After washing the dishes, I sat on the sofa. The living room lamp was dim, the only light coming from the silent TV. Any movie felt bland when my mind wasn&rsquo