The moment we stepped into our bedroom and my eyes landed on our bed, my pulse began racing in my veins. Nino peered down at me. “Fear or arousal … or both?” “What?” I asked confused. He pressed his thumb against my wrist. “Your pulse picked up.” “That’s why you always touch me there?” “It’s a good indicator of your mood and helps me figure out your emotions combined with your expression and breathing.” I laughed then quieted when he led me closer to the bed. Nino raised one eyebrow. “Both,” I admitted.
Ugg nino I love you
