Thin frames, their pattern is a swirl of coffee and cream that brings out the rich chocolate color of his hair and lashes, the tiny flecks of caramel in his green eyes. He looks absolutely decadent. Barely swallowing an embarrassing moan of want, I tug my hat tighter on my head, when what I really want to do is drag it over my face and hide the blush heating my cheeks. My entirely platonic (meaning totally off-limits) husband, went from dangerously hot to bespectacled sex on legs. Cruel, cruel universe.
