She's pretending to read again. Always hiding behind pages, like I don't see the way her hands shake when I get too close. You're always reading. I say, stepping behind her. "Better than talking to you," she snaps but her voice trembles. I brush her shoulder. She tenses. Book slams shut. She turns to glare at me. That's it. I grab her waist, toss her over my shoulder like she weighs nothing. She gasps, fists pounding my back. "Put me down!" I smirk. Not a chance, wife.
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