My Husband Time-Traveled Back Ten Years Chapter 2

Rejected and confused, I curled up on the sofa to sulk.

He was always the one complaining that I wasn’t proactive enough. But the one time I decided to take the lead, he was the one to turn me down. What was wrong with him?

Fine, I fumed silently, I’m never speaking to him again. Just as I made that vow, I heard a noise.

The office door creaked open. Liam peeked out, shot a furtive glance in my direction, and then scurried into our bedroom like a thief in the night.

I raised an eyebrow.

Even though I was still annoyed, my curiosity won. I followed him.

Wouldn’t you know it, the second I reached the bedroom, he ducked into the master bathroom. A moment later, I heard the shower turn on, the sound of the water a poor attempt to cover his escape. He was definitely hiding from me.

Resigned, I walked to the bathroom door and tried the handle. It wouldn’t turn.

He’d locked it.

Okay, now I was certain. Liam was actively avoiding me. He never locked the door. He was the kind of man who’d lounge in the bathtub and call out with a teasing grin, “Honey, you sure you don’t want to join me?”

Standing outside the locked door, I had a rare moment of self-doubt.

Was I too aggressive just now?

But compared to how Liam usually was with me, what I did was nothing. Wasn’t he always the one showering me with kisses and pulling me into his arms? Wasn’t he the one who would turn our world upside down for days on end? The one who left me so sore I couldn’t get out of bed?

And now? I make one move, and he acts like I’m the plague?

My annoyance flared into full-blown anger. I swore to myself that when he finally came out, I was going to make him pay.

I ended up waiting for a full hour.

When Liam finally emerged, his earlier awkwardness was gone. He looked composed as he said my name. “Chloe.”

I just grunted, keeping my back to him.

He rushed to my side, a stream of apologies tumbling from his lips. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I just… I froze for a second. You know, we haven’t seen each other in days, and I missed you so much…”

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling me gently.

The familiar sensation started to melt my anger. I looked up at him. “Don’t think you can get off that easily.”

“You can stay mad. It’s okay.” He looked at me, his eyes shining like an eager puppy’s.

For a moment, I felt a strange sense of disconnect. The Liam I knew would never look at me like this. It wasn’t that his gaze lacked love before, but his love had always been intertwined with a fierce, possessive desire. Now, that desire was still there, but it was swimming in a sea of pure, almost boyish adoration.

My hand instinctively rose to cup his cheek. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing.” He wrapped his arms around me loosely, resting his chin on my shoulder. He sounded like he was whispering a secret to himself. “I’m just… I’m so happy.”

He let out a sigh, a soft, wondering sound. “I can’t believe you’re my wife. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

I gently pushed him back. “We’ve been married for almost two years. Isn’t it a little late for that kind of talk?”

“It’s never too late,” he insisted, a playful stubbornness in his voice. “I could say it every day for the rest of my life, and it would never be too late.”

His sweet words worked. My anger evaporated, and I generously pressed my lips against his.

I held them there for a full ten seconds. He didn’t move. Not an inch.

I peeked through one eye. Liam’s expression was one of pure shock, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. His face was a battlefield of conflicting emotions—he desperately wanted to kiss me back but was terrified to try.

My lips still on his, I murmured, “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

“Yes. I am. I want to.”

As he spoke, his lips unconsciously began to move against mine. It was like a switch had been flipped. He started to kiss me, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence.

I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the moment, but something still felt… off.

Why is he kissing me like it’s his first time? He doesn’t even know how to breathe!

I opened my eyes again. Seeing the raw excitement on his face, I didn’t have the heart to stop him.

Oh, well. I guess even a clumsy, hungry kiss has its own charm.