When you forgot about something…
PEACH
“Why are you out here getting cozy with the inn girl?” I hissed at my new husband.
“It’s not like that,” Bentley whispered. “You’re the one who disappeared for hours last night. For goodness sake, Peach, you had a stick in your hair when you snuck back in.”
“I told you, I just needed some fresh air,” I defended. “I’m dressed now. What does it matter?”
“I thought the disappearing was done with,” Bentley whispered. He was mad at me. We fought about this in the past, and I knew it would come up again. He hated my excuses of ‘working out’ to get out of the apartment, so he built us a home gym. Then my desire to go ‘hiking’ was not long-lived, thanks to the lack of available parks in the city. He swore up and down that he loved me for me, but he also
