Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbia #3) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,30

fun. It had been a long time since I'd teased my husband like this. And whenever we used any kind of ropes, usually I was the one tied up. In the middle of our bed. Him being tied to a chair lit a fire in me. I had no idea why. I could do whatever I wanted to him. And I wanted to do something to him. I was pretty sure he wanted it too.

"Stop looking at me like that." I threw my hands in the air and stared down at my defiant dog. "I'm not going to sleep with him." I squinted my eyes. "Of course I swear."

Snuggle Muffins sighed.

"Don't give me that old man sass. This game could help him remember." I gave the lame excuse that he'd given me about the kiss. I shook my head. "I'm not going to kiss him," I said. "I'm just going to tease him a bit. Like...I'll show you my left tit if you tell me about Sophia." I looked back at my reflection. Did I really want to know why he was attracted to her? Would hearing what I didn't have make me feel better? Or a thousand times worse?

God, this was stupid. I pulled my ridiculously short matching satin nightgown over top of my lingerie and then added my baggy flannel pajama top to cover myself even better. At least now I'd have the option to not go through with it. I wasn't exactly in a good state of mind to make a decision like this. I was absolutely drunk. My belly was filled exclusively with vodka, champagne, and orange juice. And I was pretty sure he was drunk too because he hadn't even asked to try Charlotte's horrible lasagna. Fine, not horrible. Average. Mediocre at best.

"Let's go back to our prisoner and take advantage of his loose lips," I said. I was about to lift Snuggle Muffins into my arms when I noticed that he was sniffing a book on the bookshelf. No, not a book. I leaned down and pulled out the white photo album with gold writing on the front. Our wedding album.

Noah and Ensley. I ran the tip of my index finger along the romantic scrawl etched into the fabric. I opened to a random page and saw my husband and I dancing. He looked just as good in a tux as he did in a leather jacket and jeans. And he was smiling. So hard. What happened to us?

I turned to another page. He was shoving cake into my mouth and we were both laughing. He'd completely ruined my makeup and I was so happy that I didn't care. We were so happy. I swallowed hard and skipped to the last page. All our guests had lit sparklers and formed a line outside the reception hall. I remembered going through that line and then scrambling into the limo, still in my wedding dress. He'd made sure that the whole poofy mess was securely inside the car before shutting the door. And when he'd joined me in the back seat of the limo, his lips were upon me in an instant. I didn't even wave goodbye to the guests because we couldn't wait to be alone. He'd loved me. He was insatiable. He was...a memory.

Snuggle Muffins nudged his head into my shin. I snapped the wedding album shut. What was I doing? Trying to rekindle a flame that had burnt out years ago? Just because he didn't remember...didn't mean it hadn't happened. He’d cheated on me. With at least two women. I hated him. I hated him and I... I still loved him.

"Why do I still love him?"

Snuggle Muffins sighed.

"I know he's a jerk. Obviously he's a jerk. But we had some good years too. So many good years. How did we wind up so far away from this couple?" I lifted the album.

Snuggle Muffins just blinked at me.

"What if I can change his mind? Before you say no...he doesn't remember what we were. And he really seems to like me. He's been begging me for a kiss all day."

Now Snuggle Muffins looked stern.

"What? I know he's my prisoner, but that doesn't mean his feelings aren't real. Prisoners have real genuine feelings too. There's a word for that I think. Stockholm something?"

My silly dog whined.

"Fine. I'll look it up if you're being so whiny about it." I pulled out my cell phone and did a quick Google search for “Stockholm prisoner." The first suggestion that