Herman leaned in close, and when he spoke, his breath was warm against the skin of Mabel's neck.
Her heart gave a small flutter, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks as she murmured, "It's fine."
"But it's our wedding night," he said, his voice dropping low and smooth against her ear. "And you're really going to spend it with a magazine?"
She was old enough to know exactly what he was after, and she'd never been the type to get shy about it. He'd made himself clear enough that playing dumb wasn't an option anymore.
Besides, he was her husband now. There was no pretending she hadn't caught the hint.
She set the magazine aside and turned to face him, holding his gaze, then reached up and took his face in her hands. "A wedding night deserves better than that," she said, and she leaned i
