It was brief. Just a stutter of breath that had his mind blanking out. But in that fraction of a millisecond, a blink of time, He felt complete and utter shock steal across his face.

“What?” He blurted— and his voice was uncharacteristically incensed. “We’re going to be a couple?”

More precisely, he would have to be a couple with you for his new mission. Fake wife and husband, on a honeymoon to investigate a mafia plot. It was possibly maybe the worst damn position to put him in.