"I try to hold the top closed over my cleavage. “Maybe we need to put a button or—”
“A button? On a ceremonial robe?” She shakes her head. “Let’s not lead a fashion rebellion.”
“I know we’ve done things a certain way for a long time, but it’s not like buttons are a fad. We could probably adopt them and not risk the downfall of the pack,” I say with a derisive snort I can’t hold back.
“Your mate has to be able to take it off of you,” she says.
It’s all in a day’s work for her, but talking about the actual act of mating as part of the ceremony makes me profoundly uncomfortable, especially since we’re talking about Ashton being the guy doing the undressing. I try to laugh it off. “Look, I’m not going to claim my fiancé is the smartest guy ever, but I think he can handle buttons.”
Melissa
