Franklin was only just coming to terms with the truth. Cassie was just as possessive as he was, but only far more refined about it.
Where his instincts were obvious, hers were wrapped in humor and subtle confidence, delivered with a smile sharp enough to leave no room for doubt.
The realization settled fully when he opened his bag. Right on top lay a neatly folded pair of boxer shorts, custom-made.
The fabric was soft, clearly chosen with care, but it was the inscription across the front that made everything click. 'Only for my wife.' A tiny red rose was stitched beside the words, delicate and deliberate.
It had the subtle meaning that Franklin's d**k belonged only to her. Franklin burst out laughing, the sound filling the quiet room.
It wasn't mockery or embarrassment, bu
