Fallen Foe (Cruel Castaways) by L.J. Shen

Author:L.J. Shen [Shen, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake
Published: 2023-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WINNIE

Then

It was my first time in Italy—anywhere outside of America, actually—so even the old seemed new. The ancient pastel buildings stacked together like colorful ice cream flavors. The yellow August sun that painted the landscape in an antique brush.

Everything in Italy was smaller—rooms, roads, cars, stores. The food tasted different too. The cheese and herbs and cold meats were more pronounced, sharper in flavor.

Paul, red nosed and extra freckly in the heat, plastered me against the banister of our hotel balcony. His hands wrapped around my waist, his erection digging into my stomach. I took a juicy bite of the peach I was holding as he nibbled his way up my throat, sucking on the nectar residue.

“So tasty . . . so addictive . . . ,” he murmured, dropping his head farther down, between my breasts. I wore the same burgundy dress I’d attended senior prom in. While I was no longer that girl who had to count her pennies, using Paul’s money to pay for expensive dresses didn’t feel right either. Even if he begged me to do so, and often.

“It is a very good peach.” I kissed his ear, playing innocent.

Paul pulled away, the heart-stopping smile that I loved so much—fresh faced and shy and good—on full display. “I’m talking about the woman I married. I still pinch myself every morning seeing you next to me. How’d I ever get so lucky?”

Somewhere not so far away, music blasted from one of the houses kissing the promenade. A classical piano piece. I wrapped my arms around my husband. The peach dropped from my hand. I kissed him deeply, and it was perfect. Sweet and needy, with a promise for what’s to come. In a minute, we’d go upstairs to the restaurant, and Paul would throw himself into his role. A member of the boys’ club. Indifferent to sexist jokes, conceited, and aloof.

Paul was the first to pull away. His blue eyes searched mine. “Let’s take it to the bedroom. We still have a few minutes before dinner.”

My stomach dropped.

Just spit it out, Winnie. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.

I kissed the tip of his nose. “No can do, cowboy. Aunt Flow’s in town, and she brought her distant cousins, Sore Boobs and Pimply Chin.”

“You got your period?” His smile vanished. His hands turned stiff and cold around me. I told myself I shouldn’t be offended or even mad. He was just as disappointed as I was. That was a good thing. How would I like it if Paul was like Lizzy’s husband, Brian? Before they had Kennedy, my niece, they’d tried for three years. Brian had always been so apathetic whenever Lizzy got her period. He’d just pat her head and tell her it’d be okay.

“Yes.” I scraped the pimple on my chin. “On the flight here. I didn’t want to—”

Tell you.

Disappoint you.

Have you look at me the way you are right now, like I failed some kind of test.

The frustration was unspoken. Paul was too dignified to say something insensitive.

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