The Trophy Husband

‘Did you mean it when you said you loved me?’

Sara lifted possessive hands to his broad shoulders and looked up at him with glowing eyes. ‘What do you think?’

‘I think I want you to say it at least once every five minutes.’

‘I love you…’

His lean hands were unsteady as he cuppod her cheeks. ‘I don’t know how you didn’t see that I was madly in love with you, greedy for your attention, possessive of your every thought…’