His hands tighten on my waist, "do you remember what happened after?" He asks.
Why was he avoiding my question?
"What?" I ask, pretending not to know.
He leans into me so that his lips are right above my ear, "the spring."
Just those two words, and my blood is already racing in my veins. Why was he bringing this up to me now? I could barely keep a straight face with the reminder of everything that had occurred between us in the spring.
My body was still tingling from his touch and the way he stared at me like I was his most precious treasure. Our time in the spring was what had fooled me into thinking that there was a chance for our marriage to work. The heat, the need, the spark, it was all there but apparently, that wasn't enough for Atticus. He needed something more that I coul
