MorganMy eyes darted around the room before a small laugh escaped my mouth. “You seem to have forgotten we’re married and that means we get to share a room.”I took off the set of gold Rolex on my wrist and the rings followed, crinkling on the glass table beside the lamp illuminating the corner.“What?” she asked, her face turning into a scowl like she just thought about what I said. “Hell no, she said it’s my room.”How naïve can a twenty-three-year-old be?I sighed and returned my attention to her. “Your room is mine and mine is yours. Listen, Winter, we’re one.”“No, we’re not.”“Well that’s right but for this whole thing? Legally, the law recognizes us as one under--”“Oh that’s enough.” She rolled her eyes and licked her lips in an exasperated manner.“So what do we do?” She looked a little worried and I just stood there, very much exhausted from the flight, the short discussion with my very disappointed brother, and this.I turned and found a bottle of Penfolds Grange, the pre
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