Wrecking His Marriage (Short Story Collection)
I collapse onto the bed, utterly spent, trembling.
He collapses over me, his weight heavy and familiar. For a long minute, there is only the sound of our ragged, mingled breaths. Then he rolls us to our sides, pulling me tight against his chest. His lips find mine again, but this kiss is different—softer, slower, dazed.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. His eyes are dark, shocked, filled with a kind of reverent exhaustion. “I'm not getting married. Jane misunderstood, "