Dominic
Eloise looks at me as if I have just asked for a divorce. Her blue eyes are wide, she hugs her arms tightly around herself, and her cheeks are vermillion. She is understandably caught off guard. I am also caught off guard...I didn't expect those words to come out of my mouth for a few more months or even a year. We've been married for just longer than a month now—probably closer to a month and a half, not that it makes much of a difference—and even though the time has sailed by I didn't think I had sailed directly to love island. I've known her only for as long as I've been married to her. That's not enough time to know if you love someone...is it?
"I don't mean to frighten you, Eloise," I say, running a hand urgently through my hair. Something tells me now would be a good opport
