The moon had descended and the sun had risen in what seemed like a blink of an eye to anyone else but Belle had experienced practically every drawn out minute. Layke’s warm body flushed against her had anything other than sleep pacing through her mind, forcing her to frequently toss and turn before she had finally given up on sleep taking over.
As she ran her fingers over the material of the bedspread in her Avalon bedroom, Belle questioned her ability to stay sane during the coming weeks, particularly now she had a husband who’s mere voice had her body deceiving her. She resented the effect he had on her, every second in his presence she wanted to either rip his head off or his clothes, there was no happy medium.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to look so glum the day after your wedding,
