The pain and sadness have died away now, the last gasps of the part of me that had believed in a loving family and husband. What replaces it now is the rage I felt before—but unfiltered, and much, much closer to the surface.
“You’re right,” I sigh, running my hands up his chest. “It isn’t satisfying. But on the other hand...no. I don’t think I’m the kind of girl who’s willing to die for revenge.”
“Good.” He feathers a kiss onto my nose. “Because when you get that tone in your voice, I get worried that I’ll have to discourage you from doing something crazy.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but smile again as I lean over to kiss him.
He returns the kiss gently and lingeringly, and his hand slides up my side and cups one of my breasts. His rough-smooth palm is so warm and cradles my sensi
