Xavier POV
As I stare at my wife, I can't help but admit to myself how beautiful she is, how self-assured and how confident she appears to be as she steps out of the pack house and onto the driveway, her jeans clinging to her luscious curves, her hair swaying lightly along her back and her eyes narrowed, as she studies me. I rush to take her arm, and she murmurs "thank you" under her breath, while I feel the familiar tingles, my breath hitching as I feel the warmth rush through me, directing her to the waiting limo and helping her to climb inside as she rests against the seat and comfortably waits for me to join her.
"You look beautiful," I told her, handing over the small gift I had brought her.
She raises a brow, looking surprised, and smoothly opens the small rectangular box, revea
