What My Husband Shouldn't Know
stomach,” I say, chewing, “but this feels too good. He bursts out laughing, looking at me and laughing. - What is it? - Anything. It's just that you're…” He looks away as if searching for words. "Are you kind of interesting or… something?" He shakes his head. “I'm sorry, I don't know what I mean. And then he blurts out, “Cute. “As if he'd just remembered. “You're cute, I mean. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and heat warms my face like I'm in fifth grade all over again and the boy I had a crush on is praising me. I know he's talking about my personality and not my looks, but I kind of like that. He finishes eating his donut and takes a sip of soda. - So, how old are you? - He asks. "Twent