Part 1Married to My Childhood Friend: A Polite Arrangement

After marrying my childhood best friend, we treated each other like polite roommates.

He barely spoke, and I was naturally cold. To this day, we still haven't consummated our marriage.

But what I didn't know was... my husband could hear my inner thoughts.

In the bedroom, I wore my usual blank expression, staring at my husband who had just stepped out of the shower.

But in my mind: [If I do him right here, would he pass out?]

* * *

[It would definitely feel amazing. That spicy romance novel Chloe showed me described it as... what was it? Losing focus?]

[I think they called it the 'wet and wild' shower scene.]

Caleb slipped and almost fell.

I stepped forward and caught his arm. "Are you okay?"

[Why won't this towel drop? Why wrap it so tightly? It’s not like I haven’t seen him before.]

[His abs are perfectly sculpted. Long fingers, too.]

"I'm fine."

Caleb spoke rapidly, as if desperately trying to stop something.

He clutched his towel tightly. "Sorry, I couldn't find my bathrobe earlier, so I just grabbed a towel..."

[Of course you couldn't find it.]

[I threw it away.]

[It's probably being shredded in a landfill right now.]

[I'll throw the towel away tomorrow, too.]

I let go of him and said flatly, "Be careful next time."

"...Okay."