Grayson's Vow

by Mia Sheridan

But it was the color of her eyes that stunned me. The greenest I’d ever seen. They were luminous, like twin emeralds. I got the sudden feeling those eyes saw things other eyes didn’t. Bewitching. Magnetic. I felt like I couldn’t take a deep breath.

“Truce. Come here so we can shake.” “You come here,” she challenged. I smiled slowly. “Meet in the middle.”

I brought the dog back to my chest and looked down at it, those large, dark eyes trained on me with a mix of fear and hope. It was very ugly. But also, kind of…cute.

“You may be her father,” he said quietly, his voice deadly calm, “but you will never lay a hand on my wife again. Am I clear?”

“You are bewitching. Perfect,”

But I longed to be better, to be worthy of her. And I wanted her. God help me, I wanted her body, yes, but I wanted so much more than that too. I wanted her approval, to hear her thoughts, to know her secrets. And I wanted to keep telling her mine.

felt unsure and unskilled, as if Kira were the first woman I’d ever touched.

And these vows, made in private whispers in the dim light of the moon streaming through our bedroom window, felt sacred and real, for these vows were based on truth and love.