“It is never too late to do things right.”
Alexander did not say it or imply it in any way, but I felt that it had something to do with Anya. Should I feel proud that he was following protocol with me? He became distracted for a moment, turning his head toward the living room door, and I took advantage of it to gently bite his ear.
“I’d better go upstairs and see how those two are doing, before they make a mess in your bathroom,” he commented.
He looked at me again and kissed me two, three, four times until he finally let me go and left. I heard the subtle creak of the steps under his weight and then the shouting and laughter of the children. I went up to my room to change, and a little while later he returned to the kitchen, intending to look at the recipe book and think about what to
