Elena couldn't agree fast enough. "Yes," she said.
Her husband delicately pressed a finger to her lips before kissing her. But it wasn't at all what she was expecting.
The kiss was just as delicate. It was short but full of love. It was almost chaste.
Elena was confused. That couldn't have been it. Not after all the teasing and the flirting—surely, her husband was just taking a step back and giving her a chance to prepare for the passionate, messy, desperate kiss that was to follow.
But as she heard no footsteps return her way, Elena was less certain. Was he messing with her? But no, why would he feed her out of his hands like that if he wasn't interested in taking things further?
Elena's phone buzzed. Annoyed and disappointed, she finally removed her blindfold.
"I hope you had a nic
