Blinded Love
"Tell me... you are fully aware that I am blind, correct? You know what you signed up for?"
"I know," Avery whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. If only you knew I'm not the girl who signed that contract, she thought, swallow hard. "I can help you. I... I don't mind taking care of you."
"Good." Damien’s hand reached out, his long fingers brushing against her bare shoulder, sending a sudden, searing jolt of heat straight down her spine. "Because a good wife shouldn't keep secrets from her husband. And she certainly shouldn't remain tense in her own home."