Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Leanne nudged Curtis with her elbow and looked up to say, "Your room is upstairs, first on the left."

Without any fuss, Larson headed upstairs to his room.

The guest room Leanne had prepared for him was a suite. It opened into a small living area, and beyond that, the bedroom.

Toothbrush, towels, shaving kit... all the essentials were neatly arranged, and the bedding was brand new. However, the soft champagne pink color of the linens seemed oddly mismatched with his rugged persona.

On the table, there was a vase with a bunch of pink lilies, real ones. Larson plucked one out to examine it more closely.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

He hadn't closed it, and Leanne walked in, placing some clothes on the couch: "These are your cousin's; brand new, never worn. Make do for now, and we can take you shopping tomorrow if you need anything else."

His cousin probably wouldn't be thrilled about taking him shopping, and Larson was way past the age of needing adult supervision anyway.

"Leanne, I'm nineteen, not nine."

"I know," Leanne said. "A nine-year-old wouldn't end up in a police station."

Larson got nothing to retort.

"I thought you're the gentle one."

"Well, you might have misunderstood me a bit." As Leanne turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of his phone lighting up with a new message. The lock screen showed a woman's profile surrounded in a warm glow, her wind-tossed hair and a mysteriously smiling face all added a touch of romance.

"Girlfriend?" Leanne asked.

quickly, flipping his phone over so the screen faced down, a

vibe, making it hard to make clear of the celebrity's face. She hadn't kept up with entertainment news much, so she didn't

"You're a fan-chaser?"

a problem?" Larson

at all." Leanne acknowledged with a knowing smile and then

Betty had already turned in. Curtis joined

cooler temperatures, they shared a cashmere throw, occasionally exchanging thoughts

Footsteps echoed from the

staircase, slow and dragging.

back to see

tall

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enough.

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veered towards the couch, propping his chin in his hands

his attention for long,

lights were off, leaving only the soft, blue glow from the TV screen to illuminate the two on the

was hard to make out their exact position under the throw, but it seemed like Leanne was sitting in Curtis'

over and said in a low voice, "Take

looked around: "What

Curtis: "I meant you."

Larson was speechless.