![]() ![]() ![]() He steps back and takes out a gold envelope with a red ribbon around it. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him. “How’s my girl?” he whispers into my hair. I turn and smile at the sight of him wearing a navy robe over his boxer shorts. This is the worst part of my day, when he’s upstairs waiting for the children to fall asleep before he can come to me.Įventually, he knocks quietly and walks in. The guests are gone, the house is quiet, and I’m waiting for my man in my bedroom. ![]() My eyes search his and I blow out the final candle. Every damaged inch of him is perfect to me. I know what a tortured man he is, and yet the tenderness he gives me when we're alone melts my heart. It happened somewhere between the crazy hotel hook-ups and now, despite the serious persona he puts on to the world. Even the sound of him asleep beside me is soothing. ![]() I look forward to going to bed now because I get him to myself. Since he told me about his past and we had sex in the house, he comes to my room every night, staying until he has to get up for work. I can’t wait to hold him in my arms after everyone has gone for the night. My eyes meet Julian’s across the table and he smiles softly. I blow out the candles and they all cheer. ![]()
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