"I do," I breathe and walk past him back out into the hall.
The only room I haven't checked yet is the one he meant to reserve for our playroom. The dark oak door to it is closed, and my heart is skipping somewhere in my throat as I approach it. I know Mark is watching me very closely, because I can feel his gaze like a raging forest fire all along my back, even though I'm still wearing my coat.
I throw the door open wide before I can change my mind. The room is completely empty, just as it was that first night.
"This one we decorate ourselves," he says, and I turn to find him standing right behind me.
I smile at him over my shoulder, and take a step inside. "I agree."
The memory of what we did in this room is so vivid, it's like I'm watching it replaying on TV. Inside me, the burning
