Astrid's POV
Nope, we didn't cuddle... sadly.
I can't help but wonder, is there a speech therapy session for people who blurt out nonsense without thinking? Because I'm in dire need of one right away.
I'm afraid one of these days, I'm going to tell Damien, "Hey Damien, you look so hot today. Do you know I'm a virgin? Maybe you can just take my virginity. I mean, you're my husband, right? I'm all yours."
The thought of that does sound appealing, but no, I can't do something like that. Or maybe I can... then go dig the ground and bury myself right after.
But on a serious note, I need to be careful. It seems like I'm getting too comfortable around him because—how could I ask him to cuddle with me? Goodness.
My cheeks flamed again at the look in his eyes when I said that—s**t. It was the
