Page 104 of Unlock My Heart

“I’ve got business I need to handle, and then I plan on taking my beautiful wife out on a date.” He rises and reaches into his jacket pocket, producing a letter. Placing it on the nightstand, he walks out.

Don’t bite.

With a frustrated breath, I reach over and snatch the letter, opening it.

Sienna,

How do I love thee? Let me continue to count the ways.

My eyes roll, but dammit, my lips also quirk.

26. Your laugh. You have a great laugh.

27. Your withering look. You have a killer withering look.

28. The way you tie the perfect Windsor knot.

29. You in those damn black boots.

30. The privilege of calling you my wife.

31. The way your forehead crinkles when you’re deep in though.

My forehead is crinkled, and I use my fingers to smooth out the muscles.

32. The way your forehead crinkles when I’m deep in you.

“Relax,” I say, rubbing circles over my forehead muscles.

33. Your confidence.

34. Your drive.

35. Your passion.

36. Your forgiving heart.

What? That one has me scratching my head.

Alright, so we both know you don’t have a forgiving heart, but maybe you could make an exception for me, just one time?

And speaking of time, that’s all the time I have at the moment to pen your sonnets. To be continued…

Forever your loving husband,

Fabien

I glance up from the letter to find Lacey skittering into the room. “I’m on the outs with you,” I warn her, tossing the paper on the nightstand. “What the hell happened to all that training? Fabien didn’t have a single mark on him.”

She shovers her nose under my hand, and I give her a begrudging pet.

“I suppose you don’t have to hate him just because I do.”

Fabien’s right about one thing: I don’t have a forgiving heart. Could I make an exception for him?

Lacey watches me struggle to find the answer.

Hidden in a box of pads is the answer, I remind myself as I get up and get ready for class.