“You were always so hot all the time. I swear your body temperature is not normal,” she whispered, but she didn’t pull back. Her fingers traced along the muscles of my bicep. “Maybe I’m just hot around you. Did you ever think of that?” “Are you flirting with me, husband? You know you don’t need to do that. I’m in this. There’s no wooing necessary.” She chuckled, but I knew her. She was nervous. “This isn’t about wooing you. We’re married.”
