I knew that we’d be singing and dancing just like this when we were eighty years old.
When the song was over, I lifted my head.
Ace swiped a few tears with his thumb.
“You’re such a crybaby.” He chuckled.
“It’s your fault.” I sniffled and wiped the tears away.
“You are the love of my life,” he said. It was the same comment he’d made every day in the seven months that we’d been married.
He leaned down and kissed me with all the passion he had in his body. A blanket of heated desire started at the top of my head and raced down the length of my body. My knees would’ve buckled if he hadn’t held me up.
His hands slid down to my hips, pulling me into his hardness.
“Wait.” I pulled back.
He grunted, obviously not liking that.
“I have to turn the food off.”
I knew where this was going, and the last thing we could afford was to burn up our dinner because we’d gotten too carried away having sex.
I turned off the two burners that were still going.
“Where were we?” I turned back to Ace, lifting my arms to his shoulders again.
“Right here,” he said as he lifted my legs to wrap around his waist.
He was so strong that he picked me up like I weighed nothing. Even with the extra weight of my pregnancy, he didn’t flinch as he carried me down to our bedroom. Ace worked out six days a week as part of his regimen to get and stay in shape for his future career in the military.
We spent half of that night in bed. If I hadn’t already been five months pregnant, that night would’ve done it.
Or any night since we’d married, honestly.
The pregnancy had been an accident. I was on birth control but forgot to take the pills for a couple of days. And Ace and I were like two jackrabbits. I supposed it was inevitable, and after the initial shock and fear calmed down, I didn’t have any regrets.
I knew we’d be happy together forever.
CHAPTER12
Savannah
“What are you thinking about?” His deep voice pulled me out of the memory.
A pang in my chest started, realizing that we weren’t that young, innocent, and hopeful couple we used to be. For years, I managed to suppress my desire to go back to those days. We were young and struggling to keep our heads above water financially, but every time I looked into my husband’s eyes, the fears fell away.
I didn’t know how it all would work out, but I didn’t doubt that Ace would do everything in his power to fix whatever the problem was.
That was, until I realized his biggest problem was me.
I pasted on a phony smile. “Just enjoying how beautiful this decor is,” I said, glancing around the ballroom, mainly to avoid looking him in the eye.
He stopped moving.
“Your nostrils are flaring.”
That stupid tell of mine. I thought I’d broken out of that habit. But then again, nobody in my life had ever watched me as closely as Ace. No one had ever brought up to me that my nostrils flared when I lied. Not until him.
