Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Temporary Husband: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

I watch Izzy fidget. Even in the pool, it’s like he can’t stay still.The clouds are the only reason he’s come in here in the first place, so my eyes find the clouds, spotting the clouds and pointing them out to him. With every shape we find, I swim closer to him, he has his eyes on the clouds the whole time, but he still swims away from me. “Is that… what do you call big rat?” I point out to a vague shape, swimming towards him, his brows furrow as he tries to understand what exactly I’m talking about. I swim to him, he does a weird kick in the water, waddling away from me.Almost as if he can sense me coming. “A rabbit?” he asks in pleasant surprise. What surprises me is the soft chuckle he gives. I smile at him. He didn’t give that to Daniel. Pleased with myself, I start coming up with other animals.“That’s the fake horse one, the ones in the stories?”He presses his lips together, a smile playing on his lips, the sight is absolutely cute.“You mean unicorns.”I snap my finger

Inviting Izzy to come watch my match was spur of the moment. It just slipped out of my mouth and I didn’t want to take it back. Nobody ever came to watch me fight, and that didn’t matter before him. “Don’t touch him.” I warn Daniel, ignoring the churn in my stomach at the thought of leaving the two of them alone again. Then I look at Izzy, his eyes as he’s watching me with a mix of fascination and awe… Now is not the time, still, I jolt in my pants.“We get it, he’s your husband. Go make me some money.” Daniel tells me.I search Izzy’s eyes, waiting for his confirmation that it was okay to leave the two of them. It’s his word that matters, his comfort, if he asks me to stay, I’d stay without a second thought. He gives me an affirmative nod, eyes shining with something, I’m unsure what it is.And that’s when I go.I’m charged tonight, because in the crowd, Izzy is watching. I’m lighter on my feet, energy buzzing through my finger tips down to my toes. I bounce on the spot, shaking of

“Today’s lunch is turkey sandwich.”Izzy stills upon getting caught sneaking out of his room like a rat. I stare at him from above my nose, hands crossed. He looks like a rat alright, hunched, nose first, left leg stretched in a bid to tip toe soundlessly. But I’d been waiting for him.This morning I barely missed him after his run, I met the sound of his door shutting once I got back from the gym though. It should have been enough. But it’s not, nothing short of kissing him, having his beautiful eyes on me would ever be enough. So, here I am, dangling turkey sandwich in front of his face, hoping he’d latch on to it.He sucks on his teeth thoughtfully, hand going to his stomach. “Still full from breakfast,”I narrow my eyes, feeling myself get irritated.“You’re still full of what? Air?”He made the smallest, saddest bowl of cereal for breakfast, just so he’d duck in fast enough. I watched from the doorway, so he’d eat something at least. He had smiled in accomplishment to himself,

Izzy made breakfast this morning.Warm milk and cereal.He even waits for me to find the bowl, gives me a smirk before disappearing into his room.I laugh to myself as I sit in front of the most disgusting food choice known to man. Steam swirls above the meal, mocking me as I ditch my own opinion and take a spoonful of the food. Who knew I’d willingly eat this, because Izzy made it.It’s warm on my tongue, the taste is as bad as I knew it would be, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I take the second spoon, by the third spoon, the cereal is a soggy mess. I’d argued that last night, and he said this is the best part. I shake my head, still smiling.This is the best, worst meal I’d ever had in my life.But i don’t leave a single flake, finishing the entire thing Izzy made. I spend the rest of the morning going through my opponents for my next match, and then calling Thompson for updates. They are yet to be found, he asks for another one grand, which I promise to give him the

I was fooled into thinking the kiss we shared at the honeymoon suite was the best kiss I’d ever received.I’m kissing him right now and I’m certain my favorite activity in the world is kissing Izzy Valentine. The kiss is desperate, full of words we were never brave enough to share with each other, we cling to ourselves for oxygen, in fear that we’d each retreat to what was us just mere minutes ago, or was it days ago? I can’t tell when all I can think about is the soft of his skin, the heat of his mouth, his rough stubble on his chin, his fingers pulling me closer, and closer, like he wants to burrow under my skin, because goddammit that is exactly what I want. His lean frame shivers against me when my tongue sweeps into his seeking mouth. He whimpers, the sound addictive. My legs pry his open, pressing against his hardness, the sounds that this draws out are diabolical.The kiss is not like the honeymoon, there’s no alcohol fueled desperation, just two people finally being hones