"Thank you," Sienna said to the doctor, watching them leave before turning to Peter, who was now awake.
"That bastard," Peter cursed, his voice muffled by the bandages on his broken nose and jaw. Talking hurt, even breathing was a struggle.
"Sorry dear," Sienna said with a sweet smile, reaching to hold his hand
"Didn't I ask you to tell him about us, to tell him that you love me and not him? Instead, you insisted on letting it be after his dumb show... now look at me," Peter complained.
Sienna slowly held his face, her touch warm, making Peter melt under her gaze.
"I'm sorry... Will you punish me for being such a little bad girl, then?" she smirked.
Peter finally smiled. He pulled her close and squeezed her ass. "I can't wait to have you as my wife."
Sienna chuckled, but deep down,
