“I love the photo you posted,” he murmurs. “I thought you’d pick a general photo of us or just something recent, but there was no ambiguity.” I lean back in his arms to look at him, pure love spreading from my heart. “I’m proud to be your wife,” I whisper. “Why wouldn’t I want to show you off?” He leans in, his lips brushing over my ear. “You made my day,” he murmurs. “I’ll have to reward you later.”
