Ian Wolf’s POV
There are unspoken rules for a one-night stand. Things accepted, liberties taken. Inhibitions are forgotten. And everything is done with the intention that you will never see that person again. Ever. We allow ourselves to be someone different during that encounter, leaving it only in our minds.
Well, I've thrown all those rules to the wind and slept with the woman I married.
Because that's what Brooke is. The same woman now sleeping with her back to me, a sheet barely covering her beautiful and enticing body. Her hair is a mess, and her breathing is soft. I've discovered this woman has guts. Last night, when I asked Brooke for a timeout, I didn't expect her to agree.
But the question is, do I regret that timeout?
No. We are both adults and know it was just s*x. What I d
