She was never meant to be a wife first and foremost, and I knew that—had always known it, and fuck, I never expected to want that in a woman—but some unevolved part of me wanted more of her time and her focus before I’d even lost it.

“I thought I fixed that last year,” she said. “Jensen got all up in my business. I thought I got out of the lab, got a man, got some action.”

I turned us both, leading us to the bathroom to brush our teeth. “Old habits die hard.”

She shook her head as she shoved her toothbrush in her mouth, squeezing her eyes closed. “I don’t want to talk about it tonight.”

Her words were muffled and she brushed roughly. But then she said anyway: “You made me mad when you said I should get a teaching job.”

Bending to spit, I asked, “What’s wrong with a teaching job? It would probably be a more regular schedule, which would be better for us.”

She looked at me, mouth foamy, eyes wide and glassy, and then bent to spit after me, rinsing her mouth. “You’re going to make me feel guilty over this?”

“No,” I told her, but I had to be honest. “But I guess I have feelings about it after all. I feel like I have no idea what the plan is. Yeah, I can work from anywhere, but it would be nice to have a general region in mind.”

She wiped her mouth on a towel and stood there, eyes closed as she took a deep breath. “Okay. We aren’t doing this right now. My brain is all blah blah drunk.”

With a decisive nod, she looked back at me. “Putting this aside.”

I took a step closer, bending to kiss her. “Putting this aside.”

When my tongue touched hers, she pulled back, laughing. “Oh my God, I just remembered I made you kiss George.”

“You did.”

“He liked it.”

This made me laugh. “You think so?”

“Did you?”

“I mean, it wasn’t terrible. But it also wasn’t you.”

I followed her into the bedroom and between the covers. “Do you think he’s in love with you?”

I shook my head. “No. I think maybe he just really wants me to fuck him?”

Hanna laughed and climbed over me, kissing my bare chest. “I bet he’d love to do this.” She moved lower, pulling my boxers down and off, tossing them onto the floor of our bedroom. Her mouth came up against the head of my cock, tongue teasing. “I love the way you feel on my tongue.” She sucked me, drunk and bold. “How wet you get, like your body is begging to come.”

I felt my heart take off in a thunder, growling, “Hanna.”