india jalyse
four days later, we made it back home to los angeles. as much as i loved being able to get away from all of my stresses, i was exhausted from the constant activity and long flights. i yearned for my bed. roddy, on the other hand, was a ball of energy. i couldn't explain it; you'd think he'd be just as tired as me considering all of the excursions he had planned for us in miami. as bree drove us back from the airport, i couldn't help but look over at my husband. he locked eyes with me and smiled. it was still so surreal to me that we were married.
"you okay baby?" he asked, placing his hand on my knee. i nodded in response, laying my head on his shoulder. i let out a small yawn. we were maybe fifteen minutes away from my house; i decided to close my eyes for a moment.
i woke up just as bree pulled into my driveway and put the car in park. roddy wasted no time getting out of the car and meeting me at my door to open it. i smiled at his gesture and stepped out of the car. he offered to get our bags, so i went to the door and unlocked it. i took a deep breath as i stepped into my home. words couldn't begin to explain how happy i was to be back in my space. i threw myself on the couch and immediately laid out. roddy walked in soon after, leaving our bags at the door. he left one more time to thank bree, locking up as he came back inside. he sat at the foot of my sectional and looked at me. "do you wanna get some food? i know it's been a while since we last ate." he said as he rubbed my feet.
i let out another yawn. "can we get it delivered? i don't wanna leave my house for like the next three days." i laughed. it was friday, so i had the entire weekend to decompress before going back to work.
roddy continued to rub my feet. "i get it. just tell me what you want."
we both decided on pizza, but we agreed to get settled and take a shower before ordering. roddy carried all of our bags upstairs while i let the water warm up. i stripped down and stepped in the shower, roddy following close behind me. we sat in each other's arms for a good five minutes. i loved the way this man loved me; i'll never know a love as amazing as his. when he finally pulled away, i reached for my body wash and scrubbed my whole body. he mirrored my actions and we both rinsed before getting out. i grabbed my towel and handed him his. he thanked me and we retreated to the sink to do our skin care.
when roddy revealed his insecurities to me i started to put together a solid skincare routine for him, as i quickly observed that he didn't already have one. i learned his skin type, which happened to be similar to mine, and centered his routine around mine. i watched him as he lathered his face with the cerave bar soap i bought him. i couldn't help but stare at him, i absolutely adore this man and everything he does. "what's on your mind, princess?" he asked after he rinsed.
"nothing. just admiring my husband."
he flashed the brightest smile at my words. he grabbed my face and kissed me a million times. "i'm so happy to call you my wife. i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."
we finished our skin care and changed into our pajamas. he ordered food for us while i queued up a show for us to watch. we started watching breaking bad together in miami, and now he's hooked. we laid in each other's arms as the next episode started. roddy caressed my arms as we laid together, sending chills up my spine. he planted a small kiss on my forehead.
before we knew it, the food was here. i ran downstairs to greet the delivery driver at the door. as i opened the door to retrieve the food, i noticed a car slowly driving by my house. i squinted my eyes and realized it was jordan's camaro. i let out a deep sigh as the delivery driver walked away. i closed my door and locked every lock i could. i wonder how long he's been driving past my house, i thought as i walked back upstairs to my husband. i chose to not say anything to him right now. maybe this was just a one time thing.

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