Emily's POV
I look again at the necklace hanging from my neck onto my chest, his promise. I smile remembering the sincerity he promised me. I blush thinking of my inner confession of falling for him. I move my fingers over the pendant’s cold surface which warms my heart.
Last night I expected a really hot kiss from him which I never got, to which he said ‘Next time I touch you, will be when your heart is ready to accept me, when you can trust me again. When I will be able to trust myself about you.’ Now I know he isn’t doing all this for my body and he is sincerely trying to be my husband.
After I brush my hair and pull it into a ponytail I move out of my room excited to see my husband who I am sure is making breakfast. I tip toe into the kitchen to find my husband doing exactly as I ex
