Jessica had made up her mind.
Today, she was going to put on her big girl panties—figuratively speaking—and face her husband.
They have always been able to talk to each other about anything. Well... almost anything. She could never quite bring herself to say the one thing that mattered most. She loved him. Madly. Painfully. And somewhere deep down, she had probably always loved him. But she'd swallowed the words for years, afraid of what they might unlock—or destroy.
Still, things had changed.
Last night changed things.
There was no mistaking the way Mark had touched her—like she was oxygen, and he’d been holding his breath for years. He kissed her like he meant it. Like he remembered everything they once were, and wanted it back. The imprint of his arousal pressed against her body ha
