I stood there, with my eyes full of shock.
"W-what?" I stammered, completely taken aback by his unexpected words.
A smile hung on his lips, as he reached forward and grabbed my hand. Putting on his shoulder, his eyes sparkled as he whispered, "Undress me, my dear wife."
A pleasant shiver ran down my spine, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I momentarily froze, struggling to find my voice. But then thinking about all that happened between us, I looked at him. This was my chance to talk to him, to tell him about Rhys, about my difficulties, to ask him for forgiveness.
I opened my mouth, but before I could utter a single word, he placed a finger softly against my lips. "Shh. No more words. Just actions," he whispered, his voice deep and smooth.
