Her Big Neighbor
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Julia tucks her head against my chest. “Thank you.”
“I know you like wearing it.”
“Of course I do.” I can’t keep the smile of my face. “What?”
“I just can’t get over this,” I say. “I get to come home to you every day. It’s perfect. Better than any life I ever imagined.”
She closes her eyes. “Even when your fiancée is crying over the fact that her fingers are too fat?”
“Even when my wife is crying about anything. Because she’s beautiful and brilliant, and tears don’t scare me, no matter what.” I kiss her, and the way she goes pliant in my arms never gets old. I hope that I’ll always be able to give her that feeling. “I love you, Julia Palmer.”
“You already call me your wife,” she says. “You should start practicing calling me Julia Werlin.”
My smile only gets wider. “You’re right. In that case, I love you, Mrs. Julia Werlin.”
“I love you too, Edward Werlin.”
It looks like she was getting ready to say something else, but the time for talking is over now. I roll over and kiss my wife, the way I intend to do it for the rest of our lives: deep, and never stopping.
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