"Drake." Her voice called out, just as she spun on her heel and walked away.
Drake blinked, caught off guard for a moment, before turning to look at her. His eyes lingered.
"I'm letting you get really close to me now," she said, stretching out her hand slightly—an unspoken invitation.
For a brief moment, he just stared at her, then glanced at their surroundings. Was she seriously not embarrassed by all the people watching?
"I’m your wife," she continued with a teasing smile. "I think I have the right to do this... and comfort my husband, right?"
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. She really had a way of catching him off guard. He didn’t hesitate—just stepped forward and pulled her into an embrace.
She patted his back gently, a quiet reassurance, like she was grounding him somehow.
"You
