Give me three days. I'm coming to marry you.
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Lewis finally noticed I'd zoned out. Irritation crept into his voice.
"Are you even listening to me?"
I looked up at him, slightly dazed.
I'd been looking at this man's face for ten years.
Seven years of dating. Three years of marriage.
I remembered the day he proposed, so nervous he could barely get the words out. I remembered him crying at the altar, swearing he'd love me for the rest of his lives.
I also remembered the first night he didn't come home. The fight. The door slamming shut. Me sitting on the balcony until dawn.
After that, a hundred chances. A hundred threats. A hundred disappointments.
I thought this time would cut just as deep as all the others.
But watching his lips move now, I felt nothing.
My mind even drifted to another man.
His cool lips. His burning skin. His hands, searingly warm.
Every part of him. I loved every part.
He and I fit together better than Lewis and I ever had.
And more importantly, that man had been in love with me for ten years.
I stood up.
I was a full head shorter than Lewis, but for the first time, I felt like I was finally looking him in the eye.
"Lewis."
I said his name. My voice was perfectly calm.