"Shall we?" His voice echo again.

I wasn't prepared for this. This shouldn't be the punishment of my aunt speaking out for me or trying to show his parents we are good.

“We’re married,” he said. “Stop acting like a guest.”

I pushed at his chest. “Don’t.”

He leaned in anyway. His mouth brushed the corner of mine. I turned my face away hard enough that his lips caught my cheek instead. Both of my palms shoved against him.

“I said no.”

The refusal landed. Sam went still, then stepped back with a short, sharp breath through his nose. Anger tightened his face, but he didn’t raise his hand. The...