His eyes narrow on the ring he gave me, hanging an inch below my palm. “Do you enjoy disobeying me?” He raises a perfectly arched brow. I bite my lip to hide my smile, because yeah…I do. “I’m technically wearing it.” He cups the back of my neck before rubbing his thumb over the tight tendon there. “Tell me, wife. Since you’re obviously not bothered by me”—his grip tightens, and his voice turns dark, edged with a warning I don’t think is for me—“what made you look so scared?”
He’s so fine wtf
