Sami

Six months later

I can’t describe the way I feel on Marshal’s arm as his fiancée.

It’s right.

It’s easy.

It’s light.

Even dressed up for a party at Marshal’s boss’s home, the stuffiness and pretense I hadn’t realized surrounded me at events like this with the person who now and forever will be referred to as tiny-dick is gone. There is no wondering if Marshal will approve of my dress or hair or weight. The simple memory of the ...