This was not the romantic scenario she had envisioned. She'd imagined being swept into his arms, carried to bed, maybe a little playful kissing before they collapsed together in each other's embrace. But… here they are…
"And this sudden decree of yours… when exactly did you decide it?" she asked, her tone caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief as she looked up at him.
Leroy shot her a look over his shoulder with half a smirk, half a challenge. "Just now… when I realized I was tired of walking down the corridor every night to see you."
Her breath hitched at the implication, heat blooming in her cheeks before she could stop it. "So this is about convenience," she retorted, trying to sound unimpressed even as her pulse betrayed her.
"No," he said, turning fully toward her this time. She was still nestled in his arms, and his steady, intent gaze made her heart flutter wildly. "It's about the fact that you're my wife. And I want you where you belong."
Where you belong…
