George’s brow shot upwards, amused. Oh, how he loved Interesting girls, and Laura Peterson was definitely among one of them.
Laura stepped up her game, her voice firm and sharp, as she looked at him square in the face, “Which would you prefer? Me having a scowl on my face everytime you take me to bed; me lusting after other men, and dreaming of them after we're married, or me seeing only you in the world no matter what you do to me?”
It was something in the way she easily defied him, and managed to project confidence in her innocent eyes.
Man, she was beautiful. How he wanted to feel those little lips in the warmness of his mouth. Yes, he was greedy for her. He wanted her to see only him, and love him endlessly no matter how dark his other side was.
“The latter,” he replied calmly.
