Emily's POV

I didn’t know why my heart was racing so hard just because Tyler was about to help me change my clothes. I was weak and clearly in no position to do it myself. And also, this was my husband. We’ve had sex a lot of times before. So why did I feel like a nervous girl with her high-school crush?

Maybe it was because we hadn’t been intimate in almost a month, or maybe it was just in my nature to get shy in times like these.

“May I?” Tyler asked quietly.

My cheeks burned ...