JAMES
There! I went and blurted out that I loved her. And I truly did, as shocking as it was to both of us. What did she do? She laughed.
“Is that funny to you?” I stalked over to her, anger narrowing my eyes. With my hands on my hips, I glared down at her. She didn’t back away, but stood her ground.
She wiped tears off her cheeks. “Yes, because you don’t mean it, James.” The towel threatened to slip off, and she clutched it around her.
I threw my hands up in the air, exasperated. Here I was telling her the truth, and she doubted me. “What the hell? I do fucking mean it!”
She shook her head. “Remember the day of our wedding? You said it then too. Because you were scared that I wouldn’t go through with the wedding.”
I remembered it too clearly. Not my proudest moment. But it worked anyway. Although, I meant it that day. Alright, maybe not as honestly as I do now.
