Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part thirty-seven

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SOFIA'S POV

I wake up tangled in James arms, and his body feels so warm against mine. I can't help but wiggle against him and revel in the scent of his mouthwatering cologne. His muscles feel firm against my back, and the weight of his legs thrown over mine feels pleasant. I decide to stay in place and breathe him in until he wakes. When he finally stirs, it's about forty minutes later.

James's hand rubs up and down my thigh, send sparks flying across my skin as he wakes up. "Good morning Sofia," he says. His voice comes out husky, and I shiver at the sound of it.

"Morning James," I say pleasantly.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks me.

I try to focus on anything but the way his hands are rubbing my flesh. "Um, good."

"No more nightmares after I came in?"

"Not that I can recall," I tell him.

"What was your last nightmare about?" He asks me. I sigh, turning over to face him. His upper leg throws itself over my legs so that he has me pinned into him. My eyes meet his, and then I glance up at the small scar on his forehead. It was left behind by the stitches from his car accident. My hand can't help but trace the pale scar, and his eyes flutter shut underneath my fingertips.

"The accident," I murmur.

He frowns. I keep my eyes on his as he cups my face and tilts it up toward him. When his lips meet mine, I kiss him briefly.

"I hate that you have nightmares because of me," he says.

"I'm just glad you're okay," I whisper.

He looks into my eyes, and it seems like he's going to say something but changes his mind. Then he frowns. "Did you do something to your hair?"

I smile at him. So he did notice. "I went with your mom to the salon yesterday and got it done. Do you like it?"

"You and my mom are bonding too much for your own good," he grumbles.

I laugh. "Well, I want her to like me. We got bikini waxes together," I tell him.

"What the hell? Isn't that weird?"

"I told her I get them done all the time, so she figured she'd do it for the first time with me."

"But why?"

"She said it was a present for your dad," I say.

James gags. "Ew, I didn't need to know that."

"She also commented on our sex life. That woman really wants grandbabies."

James rolls his eyes. "She's just going to have to deal."

"So do you like my hair? You hate it, don't you?" I ask him.

He twirls a piece of my hair in the sunlight filtering through our large glass window. "It'll take some getting used to, but I like it. You look nice."

"Just nice?" I pout.

He kisses my pursed lips quickly. "You look beautiful, okay?"

"I don't know if that counts now that I had to prompt you to say it."

He rolls his eyes. "You're always beautiful; I would have to be telling you that constantly if I wanted to be honest, but my lungs don't have enough air for it."

My heart races in my chest listening to his compliment.
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JAMES' POV

I don't know when I turned into such a sad, sappy fuck, but something about Sofia melts my insides and makes me lose all semblance of reality. Somehow, the beaming smile that she gives me is worth any embarrassment I experience after I tell her how I feel about her.

"You are aware that your parents' anniversary dinner is tonight, right?"

I groan. "You're kidding me."

"Nope. Hence the bikini wax."

"Ugh, don't remind me. The last thing I want to do is think about my parents getting freaky."

She giggles, and her peals of laughter sound like music. "We have to get them an anniversary present."

"Seriously? They're just my parents."

"They paid for our whole wedding. We have to get them presents. I was thinking I'd send them to Mexico for a weekend getaway in Cancun."

Thank I had Sofia to think about this stuff. "I'm fine with that," I tell her. "Go ahead and buy the tickets."

"Okay," she says.

I get out of bed regretfully, wishing I could stay with her. Then I start dressing up for work. Sofia makes cereal since we spent too much time talking in bed this morning for us to eat a full breakfast.

I kiss her goodbye before heading out, and then I get to work. Most of the day goes by quickly with me in and out of product development meetings. After my last meeting, Mara stops by my office. She's wearing another dress that hangs off her frame a size too large. Her glasses are perched on the end of her nose, and her hair is twisted up into a bun. Yeah, she definitely has the sexy librarian thing going on.

At the end of the day, I call Sofia to let her know that I'll be getting to the anniversary dinner straight after work instead of meeting her at home. She tells me that's fine, and I find myself looking forward to seeing her later tonight.

I am the first one to arrive at the restaurant for my parents' anniversary dinner. The waitress takes me to a big private room in the back. Sarah arrive shortly after. She gives me a hug and takes a seat at the table across from me.

"So where's Sofia?" She asks.

"She's coming straight from home. I came here directly after work, which is why I got here so early."

"How's the newlywed life treating you? You've been living together in the apartment for how many days now?"

"This is our third day."

"I'm sure you two are sexing it up all day long," she says, smirking.

"What is it with this family poking around in my sex life?" I complain.

"Who else is poking around in your sex life?" My sister asks.

"Mom, for one! She keeps asking Sofia when we're going to have kids. I need her to back off."

Speaking of the devil, that's when mom walks into the private dining hall. Dad is trailing not far behind her. We take a seat, and mom is the next to ask where Sofia is. I'm about to respond when Sofia herself walks into the room.

My jaw actually drops watching her walk into the space. She's wearing a deep red dress with a V neck that stretches down to just above her belly button. The straps of her gown are thin and wrap around the back of her neck. Floral appliqué falls along the v neckline and waist. There's a slit that is dangerously high up her leg. When she walks, the flowy skirt ripples against her skin figure. I force my eyes up from her breasts to her face.

"Hi," she says demurely. I'm frozen in my seat.

"Get up and say hi," Sarah urges, kicking me under the table.

I jump up and go to hug her. She smells divine, and I don't want to let go of our embrace.

"How are you?" She asks me.

"I-I'm f-fine," I stutter. She looks at me with concern, probably because I'm acting like an idiotic schoolboy that's never spoken to a woman before.

"Am I sitting next to you?" She asks.

"Yeah," is all I can manage. When she sits down, her whole leg spills out of the dress. My eyes widen when I take in her smooth, tan skin. Fuck, I want to touch her.