*Rose*

The way Tristan is looking at me when he says, “Well, it’s just you and me now, little flower,” I know exactly what he’s thinking. He is making those amorous eyes at me, and I feel an ache begin to form between my legs as my pulse races.

But then I remember I’m lugging around four kids, and as much as I want Tristan, and I’m sure there’s probably a way to make it happen, it wouldn’t be easy.

it probably wouldn’t be very comfortable either.

Not ...