“If you’re my husband for this week, you’ve that right.”
“I just have to remind myself of it,” he whispers, chewing the bottom of his lip.
Summer held still under his hand. “What are you afraid of?” she asked softly. “You can’t force me.”
“If you’re my husband for this week, you’ve that right.”
“I just have to remind myself of it,” he whispers, chewing the bottom of his lip.
Summer held still under his hand. “What are you afraid of?” she asked softly. “You can’t force me.”