Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle
“I...ah..choo!”
She fumbled, rubbing her nose, then tossed the bag containing the gloves she got for me, as if it were the problem. I sighed, then pulled out the gloves to put them up. Her face was flushed red, not with desire this time but pure mortification.
“I’m so sorry,” she groaned, turning her face away, scarf slipping slightly as she sneezed a third time into her elbow. “I told you it was cold.”
For a second, I just stood there holding the gloves as snow clung to my clothes. Her sneeze echoed in my ears before I knew it I laughed.