Ryan:
The water was almost too warm, but Dani had her legs draped over mine and her head resting against my shoulder, so I wasn’t about to complain. The clam-shaped monstrosity of a hot tub gurgled like it was trying to digest us, and the fake seashell tiles were aggressively tacky—but she was laughing, so none of it mattered.
I tilted my head against the shell-shaped headrest and let the moment sink in.
Married… I was married… To Dani.
The woman who had crawled into my life like a storm on silent feet, rearranging everything with soft words and fierce love. The woman who looked at me like I was still worth saving, even after everything I’d done to keep her safe.
She shifted slightly, water sloshing as she reached for the wine glass Julian had insisted on including in the "Captain Sex
