Sara Michaels
The moment they slipped back into the bustling party after freshening up in the bathroom, Kingsley didn’t let Sara walk far on her own.
“Come here, baby,” he said softly, his deep voice warm and full of affection as he gently took her hand.
Sara’s cheeks were still faintly pink from what had happened in the bathroom. She glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone could tell. But Kingsley simply smiled and guided her back toward their table with a protective hand on her lower back.
“You don’t have to hover,” she murmured, though she leaned slightly into his touch. “I can walk by myself.”
Kingsley leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his voice low so only she could hear. “Tonight, you don’t have to do anything alone. Let me take care of you.”
They rejoi
