"How long till we reach the hotel?" I ask my driver, getting impatient by the minute even though I know we're almost there.
"Soon, Desmond. Are you that impatient to see your brother get married?" Leilani giggles by my side, patting my thigh. "You should be annoyed by it not being hasty like this."
"That's because you—" I trail off, rubbing my nose bridge.
Five days. Five fucking days of being touch-starved and my cute wife thinks it's okay to act oblivious to what's going on with me. I'm pent up, frustrated that she won't let me touch her, and yet she sleeps on the same bed with me, uses the same shower as me, and for some reason, I allow her to touch me how she pleases… or should I say I can't refuse her.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" She leans in, pressing harder into my leg. I twitch.
"Remember today is the deadline, princess. Tread carefully."
