Can't Fall in Love With You ✧ Rhink

3 A.M.

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Deluxe home, three bedrooms, two bathrooms... Yadda yadda, whatever...

I don't want any of these houses, I want my house. Our house.

Too bad, you've ruined that.

"Hey, baby," Link's raspy voice whispered into my ear. His arms were draped over my chest, as he looked at the screen over my shoulder. "That one looks nice."

"It's too far from the office..." I mumbled, closing the search tab.

Link kissed the side of my cheek, moving his kisses along the side of my neck.

"It's three in the morning..." Link cooed. "You gon' take a break?"

I rolled my eyes, ignoring Link's attempts to drag me away from the computer.

"No, probably not."

"Do you want somethin' to eat?" Link asked, giving up on his seducing tactic.

"Nah, I'll be okay."

"Rhett."

"Mhmm?" I pulled up another Google search.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

No. I'm not alright. I hate myself, my wife hates me, and my life is on the verge of falling apart.

"I'm fine," I croaked out.

"We have work tomorrow..."

"I know that."

"It's three a.m.," Link repeated.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Come on," Link demanded, grabbing my hand. He led me over to the bed, pulling back the covers.

I slipped my shirt over my head, laying down in the sea of blankets.

Link laid beside me, running his fingers through my hair.

He hummed quietly, gently massaging my skull every now and then.

I turned on my side to face my blue-eyed beauty.

"Link..." I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Everything."

"Rhett," Link cooed. "You don't need to thank me for anything."

"Link..." I whispered again.

"What, Rhett?"

"I love you."