Stolen Touches (Perfectly Imperfect, #5)

by Neva Altaj

But, it's not her flawless features that attracts my attention. It’s her eyes. Big, luminous green orbs that seem as though they are looking right at me, twinkling with joy and mischief.

“I’m not jealous.” I take a sip of coffee. “I just have an uncontrollable urge to kill any man who even looks at my wife.”

They’re going to kill him, and he knew that the moment he stepped inside the warehouse. Still, he came.

Oh, how I will enjoy filleting the man who hurt the only thing in this world I love.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m serious. I’m going to go completely gray in a year because of you.” “Oh, don’t you dare blame me for your gray hairs.” I press my hands to his hair, combing my fingers through it, and savoring the moment. “You came to me like this. Very dashing, I must admit.” “You know very well you’re responsible for half the grays.”