He left me standing in the middle of the room. I kicked off my shoes and let my eyes follow him as he entered the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. He placed it in my hand and smirked down at me.
“I’m going to shower.” George backed out of the main room into our bedroom and paused by the door. “Before I do something crazy.”
Something crazy? As opposed to dragging me around the world and kissing the ever-loving shit out of me at every opportunity?
Do we have different definitions of the word?
The sound of the shower running reached my ears, and I slowly brought my gaze up. Something crazy. He wants something crazy?
I’ll give him fucking crazy.
I placed the glass on the kit