Page 42 of Love Unscripted
“Huh?”
“There’s no way I’m going to trust a barricade of duck feathers with a hungry wolf on the other side.”
Liam laughs harder this time before lifting claw hands and baring his teeth. “Afraid that I’ll huff and puff and blow the pillow wall down?”
It wouldn’t surprise me if he tried after those kisses.
I waggle my finger. “No excuses this time. We were told we could have lover’s quarrels and make up later. People are going to think we are doing stuff since you raced me into the bedroom. My grandmother watches this show.”
He rolls his eyes. “Trina, we’re married. No one is going to judge you.” He rubs his chest seductively, wearing a smirk on his face. “How long do you seriously think you can resist this?”
“Pfft. Dreamer.” I look away. He’s got a point there, but I’m not admitting it. I face him with the wife glare—the only weapon I have left in my arsenal. “You’re sleeping on the couch, end of story.” I storm away and slam the bathroom door behind me.
Chapter 13
LIAM
I wake up with the worst crick ever in my neck. Sitting up, I groan and rub at the sore spot. Trina’s anger last night still confuses me. Why pick a fight?
She enjoyed our kiss.Ienjoyed our kiss...a little too much. Thinking about her is a bad idea right now, because my brain is fixated on repeating that experience. The bedroom door is shut, telling me she’s still asleep.
I swing my legs to the ground and stand, arching my back to work out the kinks. Sorry, America. Nothing like a sleepy head to make women’s hearts flutter. There’s nothing cute or sexy about me in the mornings. I’m all bed head and shuffling feet.
Thank goodness none of that follows me onto the court. I can imagine what the guys would say.
Grinning, I head into the kitchen and grab the milk from the fridge. A sticky note grabs my attention.
STOP DRINKING FROM THE CARTON! Trina’s loopy scrawl makes my grin widen.
Is that why she’s been ticked off at me? I guess I’ve gotten a little too used to living alone. I need to learn how to share a space. I glance around the apartment and frown. Nothing has changed since Trina moved in.
I remember seeing her toiletries in the bathroom. A razor in the shower. But out here, where the cameras record every minute of our day, there’s nothing. I don’t like it. She has every right to take up space here. This is her home now.For now,I remind myself. We have three months together. Do I want to convince her to stick around?
It’s too early for these heavy thoughts.
The bedroom door opens and Trina steps out looking fresh and beautiful. My heart thuds loud enough she might be able to hear it from across the room.