Chapter 23. Terrified She Will Not Like Me

When we were by ourselves, I never felt as powerful or as needed as I did. Especially when I was the one constantly arousing him.

I was aware of how raw his voice sounded in the heat of the moment. As our bodies moved in unison, I recognized the scent of his skin. I was familiar with his appearance when he orgasmed.

I was aware of the gentle hugs and touches he preferred while we relaxed after sex. I was familiar with the way he embraced me while sleeping.

Even though we didn’t visit most of the beaches, I had no regrets about the passing week. Despite the fact that neither of us had said “I love you,” it had been the most emotional week of my life.

Real life began to set in once we returned to Quentin and turned on our cell phones, which had been off while we were away.

We had a lot of explaining to do because we were married. Meeting his family was the first thing we had to do.

As the early morning light poured through the window, I moaned and s