Faye

Michael kisses me like it’s the first time we’ve ever tasted each other. It’s gentle at first–a featherlight brush of his lips against mine. It’s like it was before… when we loved each other in secret, when we were ignoring our growing feelings for each other while the world burned down around us, constantly trying to pull us apart.

But now?

I smile against his lips as I open my eyes and catch the light glinting off the simple, smooth gold wedding band on my finger.

His mark on my skin throbs to life as happiness I’ve never felt shimmers through my body.

“My wife,” he whispers against my...