Skinny dipping. Check.

Moonlight. Check.

Sea. No.

I didn’t inform him of the first two.

I just said, “No.”

His eyes lost focus as he muttered, “Get to give that to my wife too.”

His wife.

His wife.

God.

Was that righteous, or what?

While I was thinking that, I got a shoulder in my belly and I was up.

Macho alpha shit.

“Zano!” I shouted in protest, but I was full of it.

I loved my macho alpha.

Straight to my soul.

Ren strode to the surf, carrying me with him.

Then he tossed me in it.

He dove in after me.

And my husband and I skinny dipped in the sea in moonlight on our honeymoon outside our new beach house.

He was lucky?

I’d let him think that.

But it was me who was all kinds of lucky.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Righteous.