MY INDIAN WIFE
He looked at Jessica and asked.
“It’s five in the evening.” She replied, and Jake leaned back on the bed comfortably, closing his eyes.
“Jake?” Jessica called.
“Hmm,” Jake hummed.
“Today is the Twelfth of March!” Jessica said, and his eyes shot open.
“Oh god, I have to stop the wedding!! Fuck, how could I sleep?” Jake muttered, sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing his shoes hurriedly, but Jessica put her palm on his shoulder.
“Jake, it’s five p.m.,” Jessica said in a low voice, and Jake’s movement stopped momentarily. He looked up at her with his red eyes.