Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

02

Mia

"What's wrong, Mia? You look like you're a million miles away."

I slap on a smile and turn my head toward my husband, surprised he even noticed something was bothering me. He's been so checked out lately that I could scream, and he probably wouldn't hear me.

"I'm fine, Cannon. Just thinking."

His crystal-blue eyes search mine, and I almost tell him, but I'm afraid. This trip is supposed to bring us closer together. When I booked it, I thought that time away from his job and the office would help him focus on our marriage again. But the week is almost over, and we're still as disconnected as when we arrived.

Cannon has been taking phone calls the entire time even though he promised he would leave his work back home. Each call comes with an apology and time locked away in the bedroom, away from me.

I don't know what else I can do. I've Googled ways to bring the spark back into our marriage. Each day, I've worn sexy dresses and tiny bikinis to the pool. I scheduled romantic beachside dinners and late-night desserts in bed, but they've done nothing.

The only thing that excites him these days is work. When someone from the office calls, they get a reaction.

At night, when he's asleep, I become that person. The one who snoops around, checking his phone and laptop. But all I find are texts and emails about business and calls to and from the office. Nothing is out of the ordinary.

Things haven't always been like this. There wasn't always a wedge and divide in our marriage. There was a time when Cannon would make me feel like the prettiest girl in the room. His warm smile would wrap me in a hug, and I was content, knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him. His actions were the most honest quality he possessed. Now, I constantly question them.

"We're on vacation, gorgeous. Don't let your job bring you down."

"I'm not," I tell him.

It's not my job that has me this worried. Sure, I'm mad about the cuts the district made, eliminating my position along with a lot of others. I'm nervous that my job isn't the only part of myself I'm losing. I'm scared Cannon will be next if we can't fix this. There's only so much distance two people can put between themselves before they're each going in opposite directions, permanently.

My marriage and my classroom were my comfort zones, the places where I felt most like myself. Without work, a little piece of my identity is lost. Without Cannon, my world is turned upside down. Another job, I can find. I've had several over the course of my life, but I've had only one husband, one marriage. And I can't believe he's slipping through my fingers.

Cannon chucks his towel in the sand and joins me on the blanket, checking his phone the second his ass hits the towel. I wish I knew whom he was waiting for or what he thought he was missing.

After he sets the phone back in the beach bag, I grab his hand and pull him closer. My lips chase a water droplet down his smooth chest, and I imagine what it'd be like if he had a smattering of hair there. Always clean-shaven, he doesn't go more than two weeks without a stop at the barber. I used to love how much he cared about his appearance. Now, I realize looks are only skin-deep. It's the passion beneath them that I'm after. The unapologetic demand to be lit on fire.

"What do you say we get out of these suits and take advantage of the hot tub for a little while?" I say, hopeful that he won't turn me down.

"You're done with the beach already?" he asks.

Yesterday, we stayed until six, but who cares if it's only three in the afternoon?

"The beach is great, but my husband is better," I tell him as my finger traces the curve of his jaw.