Ex-Husband's Regret
I ask him when he gets out to help me out of the car.
His smile should be a weapon of mass distraction for women. Sure, he’s hot, but when Rowan smiles, it just elevates his looks to another level.
“Can’t I be happy that I’m taking my woman out?” he asks, his head tilted to the side.
For some reason, I giggle. I’m not the kind of woman to giggle. I’ve never giggled in my entire life. In fact, I used to find it repulsive when a grown ass woman did it, yet I was doing it.