The Boyfriend Gift From My Husband
We shouldn't keep things blurred.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, then let his fingers linger on my earlobe. "I had a pair of earrings custom-made recently. You'd look stunning in them."
I'd always been able to handle Raphael, but with Tom, I was off balance.
"If we ignore the fact you're married," he murmured, "you really feel nothing for me?"
A thunderclap couldn't have stunned me more.
I stared at him, eyes wide, lips parted.