Oh, God, I was in trouble.
If I thought his minuscule scolding was hot, when he turned on his Daddy-dom mode, the waterworks were even worse, and I don’t mean tears. I meant the wetlands down below.
“There have to be some rules between us. Every healthy couple has shared understandings. Those become even clearer when stated as rules,” he said in a low voice.
It was hard to remain coherent when so close to him, but I remembered what he said about paying attention and did my best. “Are we a couple?” I asked. My mind refused to believe the significance of his words.
“This storm has been a blessing in disguise, our chance to get together and give each other a trial run. I don’t just want to be with you; I want to own you. I never considered myself a jealous man, but no woman has ever made
