She kept her back to him, bracing her hands against the smooth polished wood of her vanity table.
The bloody man said nothing for what felt like ages.
Then she felt him behind her. He took her left hand, lifting it off the table.
She tried pulling it out of his grasp but he had no intention of letting it go. His grip wasn't forceful even when he turned her around to face him.
Then he did the oddest thing…
He pulled her against himself and embraced her.
Everetta froze, her brain suddenly unable to process a single thought except the fact that he was hugging her.
He had his hands firmly around her, her cheeks pressed softly against the hard plains of his chest. He smelled like her jasmine oil…
Her knees gave way and she let herself lean against him, her hands remaining stiffly at her sides.
"I just want you to treat me like your wife, Theodore. Is that too much to ask?" As she spoke, a soft sob tore through her lips.
His arms around her tightened, if she wasn't mistaken…
