Yara

I wasn’t joking when I called our bedroom a greenhouse. When I opened the door, I could barely take a step inside. There are flowers EVERYWHERE! Vases of flowers, potted flowering plants, on every surface, covering the floor, every damn where!

Warren, not surprisingly, was smug about it. But then he had to tell me he loved me and kiss me in a way that had my entire body responding to him. I completely forgot that we were right in the middle of the pack dining hall, right in the middle of ...