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

Peeling off the wrapper, Joy popped a piece of mint gum into her mouth, feeling the cool, refreshing mint flavor spread through her mouth.

Chewing on her gum, she decided to share a cheesy joke that had popped into her head while she was in the restroom: "Do you know why some people's farts are so loud?" Austin asked, "Why?"

"Because they're wearing bell-bottoms, hahaha!"

It was such a silly joke, but it hit right at her sense of humor.

Still, Austin couldn't help but laugh along with her hearty laughter.

Joy wanted to spit out her gum but couldn't find where she had tossed the wrapper. The glove compartment was a bit too far for her reach, and her seatbelt was too tight. Austin pulled the car over, grabbed a napkin, and held it up to her mouth.

Joy spat the gum into it before realizing he might have just been offering a napkin, not expecting her to use him as a trash can.

She looked at Austin, about to salvage her professional dignity, when Austin folded the napkin and tossed it into the trash bag, unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned closer to her. She moved back until her head was against the car window.

"What are

doing?" Joy's

today?" he asked, out of the

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eager to dismiss any awkward past, replied, "Of course not, my breath

you genuinely clueless,

seemed unintelligent, or to say she was pretending. Truth is she really hadn't understood what Austin

played it

didn't guess. Instead, he gently pulled her closer,

met, and Joy froze, staring into

a brief kiss, he pulled

hurt, and she quickly retorted, "Who says I

your mouth," Austin

a deal." She thought. Driven by a sudden surge of competitiveness, Joy not only opened her