I couldn’t do it anymore.
The guests would have to wait.
Dinner would have to wait.
Our children would have to wait.
Taking her hand, I guided her to our bedroom and locked the door. “You have me, Estelle. You have me for as long as you want me.”
Pushing the sundress straps from her shoulders, she let it pool to the floor, standing in the middle of our elegantly simple bedroom with its seashell chandelier and white bed. “Forever?”
Unbuckling my shorts, my heart switched owners, giving every remaining beat to her. “Forever.
“More than forever.
“For eternity.”