Smirking, she pushed me back onto the bed, and I let her climb on top of me. "That’s not exactly in my fucking control when you're always looking fucking hotter than the Sahara."

"Mama isn’t wrong, you really are a smooth talker." She murmured seductively, kissing me softly.

I kissed her back, brushing her hair that now curtained her face out of the way. "I'm sorry that all this shit is so fucking messy… When it’s all over and done with, I’ll make it up to you. Not just all this fucking stress… but what I did to you too. We’re going on our honeymoon." I promised, brushing my knuckles...