Morgana's POV My cheeks burned as I stared at my husband from the corner of the booth where I was sitting. He was standing in front of the counter, ordering what we wanted to eat. I can't get enough of my husband. Since the day we went all the way, which was three days ago, I've not been able to get enough of him. I think he feels the same way too. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me when he thinks I'm not looking always takes my breath away. Looking at him from here now, he looked so good that I could gawk at him for the rest of the night. And I'm obviously not the only one that felt that way. The women and even men here were staring at him. And if I was not so shy, I'd stand up from the booth, and walk up to him, wrapping my hand around his arm. Clearly saying that he was mine. He commands every single room he sets his foot on and it was as if protocols always broke for him. What I'll do to have that many alone to myself. You have him to yourself, an intrusive thou
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