He looks… God, he looks incredible. Devastatingly handsome. So handsome, I want to grab him by the lapels. But the most amazing thing is the way his eyes fly open when he catches sight of me, and he inhales audibly. And then for a few moments, the two of us are just staring at each other. “Jesus, Millie.” His hand is shaking a bit as he adjusts his tie. “You look…” He doesn’t complete his thought, which is probably a good thing. Because he’s not looking at me in a way you’re supposed to be looking at a woman who is not your wife.
