My Boss, My Husband
Matt caught me in his arms, and the worried murmurings from the guests filled the air.
I heard the hushed voices and felt the heat of bodies gathering around us, but I kept my eyes closed, playing the part. Matt held me, kneeling on the floor.
"Can you hear me? How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern as he gently shook me.
I didn't open my eyes and stayed committed to the act.
"Give her some space! Back up or you'll smother her," Jenna ordered, taking charge. "Matt, can you carry her to my room?"