Danielle Bitner

“He holds out his wrist admiring it. “Is this so I can keep track of every time you’re late or stand me up?” he teases. I roll my eyes at him. “I’m kidding.” “No, you’re not.” I tilt my head. I know he’s not kidding. He lowers his arm and returns his attention to me, placing his hands on my shoulders, running them down my arms. “You’re right, but I love you anyway, Sarah.” He kisses me hard.”
― Jeneva Rose, The Perfect Marriage