Cammy was dumbstruck by Greg's question since it was something that she hadn't thought of ever since that night.
She looked at Greg's eyes, alternating at each eye while thinking, 'Do I still love him? I never loved any other man except him. Is my love for my husband just being shrouded by my anger?'
Greg did not like the uncertainty on Cammy's face, he felt a tiny ache inside his chest as if he was pricked by a needle directly to his heart. That pain soon turned to a wave of anger, his possessiveness flared up.
"If you're unsure of your answer, let me remind you…" Greg swiftly but gently cupped the back of her head and her cheek, drawing her close. His lips brushed lightly against hers, teasing before he deepened the kiss, licking and sucking each one with passionate intensity.
