The Temporary Husband
Serene asks with amused eyes as she looks between us,
Ivan is wiping the corner of my mouth as I chew, it’s not as weird as it was when it first started, I have no idea why I’d get used to this, but I am.
“What do you mean?” I ask,
“You’re shooting hearts out of your eyes right now, the way you look at him makes me feel lonely.” she says with a shake of her head, sighing.
Eh?
Ehhhh??
Clearing my throat nosily, I slap his hand away when he tries to clean my mouth, with the back of my hand, I drag it across my skin.
There’s no cure for the lovesick disease apparently, it has to go away on it’s own, and if he’s wiping my mouth every chew I won’t get it out of my system.