Shane
I froze, not wanting to move and frighten her off.
Her lips were pillow soft against mine, her kiss so light I almost had to strain to feel it, and I felt the wet of her tears on the corner of my mouth.
The kiss was sweet, yet sad.
I was totally f****d.
I could flirt with sexy Jasmine, spar with pissy Jasmine, and laugh with fun Jasmine.
But this version of my wife was something I’d yet to encounter, and I wasn’t quite sure what the right move was.
When she broke the kiss, leaving mere inches between us, I moved my head so I could drop a kiss on her nose.
She smiled.
“You do that every time,” Jazzy said throatily.
“What?” I asked, barely above a whisper.
“Kiss my nose.”
“Ah.”
I hadn’t realized I’d done it every time, but there was something about the gesture, and the way
