Sami
Six months later
I can't describe the way I feel on Marshal's arm as his fiancée.
It's right.
It's easy.
It's light.
Even dressed up for a party at Marshal's boss's home, the stuffiness and pretense I hadn't realized surrounded me at events like this with the person who now and forever will be referred to as tiny-d**k is gone. There is no wondering if Marshal will approve of my dress or hair or weight. The simple memory of the way Marshal looked at me when I stepped from our bedroom in this tiny black dress warms my skin and twists my core.
It's as if with only his sexy blue eyes, he can speak volumes, lavish praise, and make me feel loved and adored. I can only hope he feels the same when I look at him because I do love and adore him too.
Yes, it is our bedroom.
Living in
