Youโre my wife, Eva. I donโt care if anyone else knows it or not, I know it. And I want to come home to you, have coffee in the morning with you, zip up the back of your dresses, and unzip them at night.
Sylvia DayI loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.
Sylvia Day