“Yeah.”
Lyman didn’t argue with Effie, because deep down, he felt exactly the same way.
Effie went on, “Honestly, if you wanted to go out with them for a bit, I wouldn't stop you. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean we have to be glued together all the time, right?”
Before she finished speaking, Lyman squeezed her hand tightly.
Effie glanced up and saw the tense furrow between his brows.
His gaze was complicated as he looked at her. “Already tired of me?”
Tired? As if!
“No, that’s not it. I just mean… getting married doesn’t mean you have to give up your friends. You deserve your own space too.”
Lyman shook his head. “I don’t want it. I like being with you. All the time.”
Effie was caught off guard for a moment. “You’ll get sick of me.”
“I won’t. Never,” Lyman said, firm and unwavering.
Something slammed into Effie’s heart, making it beat wildly. She gripped his hand even tighter.
“Ready to go home?” Lyman asked softly.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
As soon as they got inside the elevator, Lyman slipped his arm around Effie’s waist and pulled her close, so quickly she stumbled into his chest.
He tilted her chin up. Effie stared at him, wide-eyed, her gaze shining and glassy, as if she were standing in a pool of starlight—mesmerizing, impossible to look away from.
Lyman suddenly closed the distance, his handsome face filling her vision, then blurring as he pressed his lips to hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. Effie never stood a chance—she could only melt into his arms and surrender.
The elevator doors slid open again. They were home.
Effie managed to gather her wits, gently pushing Lyman away as she caught her breath. “Let’s go to our room…”
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