Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Something inside me snarls at him for using her nickname. It feels too personal, and I don’t like it one bit. “Her name is Tabitha, not that you need to know. Because you? You’re going to keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.”

Does love start off as obsession? Because that’s what I am. Obsessed with my wife.

“I might be in love with you.” I can hear the smile in her voice when she responds. “Oh wow. You might be? How special. Let me know when you decide.” That smart fucking mouth. I smile against her skin, letting a warm wash of adoration blanket me. “No, not might be. I am. I have been for a while now.” Tabitha sighs contentedly. “That’s good. Because I’ve been in love with you for a while now too.”