"You look beautiful, Tess. Absolutely stunning," Tyrone said softly as the wedding march swelled through the packed church hours later. He offered her his arm like a dutiful father, his voice steady even though his pulse was anything but. "I'm glad you decided to go through with it after all. Pete was just drunk last night. He'll make a good husband. You made the right call. You'll see."
Tess linked her arm through his without a word of complaint, her gloved fingers resting lightly on his forearm.
The contact sent a jolt straight through Tyrone, making his c**k twitch. She smiled that flawless, camera-ready smile for the guests lining the pews. The kind of smile that said everything was perfect.
Fuck, Tyrone. She was ready to forget. Control your damn d**k. Do the same.
So he tried
