Not The Greek God She Thought

‘Kira Hewitt!’ Austyn gnashed his teeth after he got the burst of coughing under control. He was glad he’d stopped eating. Otherwise, his epitaph was going to read ‘Austyn McCarthy, 30, choked to death on a peanut when his wife asked him an inappropriate question at dinner.’ If looks could kill, Kira would be a smouldering pile of ashes right now. Realising what she just blurted out, Kira almost fell off her chair. ‘That’s not what I wanted to ask! It’s not! Absolutely not!’ Kira had glimpsed that question from her class group chat before she set down her phone. It just popped into her head at an unfortunate time. ‘He must think I’m a nymphomaniac,’ Kira bemoaned the tarnish on her reputation. ‘But I’m really not! I may not be pure as the driven snow, but I’m not a sex maniac!’ Austyn demanded an explanation with his glare. ‘I was just…curious. I mean, you are my husband, after all. It’s perfectly normal for me to want to get to know you better, right? You can’t blame me for taking an