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Fate was her summer sun—too intense for most to bear, while she tipped toward him like a flower, craving his touch.
Passion made people forget themselves. It kept them from feeling the change of seasons upon their skin or curling their toes into the grass. Passion stole their health. It made both time and families slip away as people lost themselves to their pursuits.
“I am not the only one in this world who matters, my love.” Fate’s fingers curled against her waist. “You are to me.”
“I hoped you wouldn’t make it.” She squeezed his hand, forcing her own smile onto a face she hoped looked half as vicious as his. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, my darling. Though do feel free to divorce me tomorrow.”
“Do not make yourself small. Do not change yourself to suit him. Teach him how to treat you, and remember that you deserve everything this life has to offer.”
Continue to waste your years pining, or do everyone a favor and move on.”
“Burn as brightly as the sun if you wish, Aris, but I will not look away.”
“Speak one more word to my wife,” Aris growled, “and I will tear your tongue from your throat.”
that was the thing about lessons: They were always learned too late.
