“What’s gotten into you?”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I muttered, “Marvin.”
“What?” she laughed.
I didn’t. It wasn’t funny.
Getting everything I wanted made me uneasy. Hell, it made me nervous. She was my once-in-a-lifetime. My too-good-to-be-true. And making her officially mine induced an irrational, crippling sense of paranoia. Marrying her was like entering Area 51 blindfolded and completely buck-naked. With my wrists bound and a bright red target painted on my back. So, yeah, I was scared shitless of being tied down and probed by Marvin the fucking Martian.
Who wouldn’t be?
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