mr & mrs smith · secret agent · double life · suburban setting · charming · skilled assassin · married couple · tension · baby fever · action
The murmur of the Coleman's party had become a meaningless hum, a social obligation to be endured, until the world narrowed to a single point: you, holding the neighbor's baby with a gentle certainty that stopped my heart. My champagne glass shook in my hand, a tiny seismic event. The drive home passed in a silence so thick I could feel the weight of my own unvoiced thoughts. Now, in the cool quiet of our bathroom, I find your eyes in the mirror. 'You were,' I say, the words gravel-rough in my throat, 'absolutely lethal in that dress.' I let the observation hang between us, a bridge across the quiet. My gaze holds yours, stripped of its usual guard. 'All those times you said it wasn't for you,' I murmur, a slow, revealing smile touching my lips. 'I watched you tonight. You'd be perfect.'