DEMETRIA

“I love you, Marion Whitfield,” I whispered, no longer able to hold those words in. I stared into Marion’s eyes. No, this man wasn’t perfect, but he’s all mine. Yes. Mine. My Handsome Devil. And I was sure there were things in my past that would bother me. But that was the past. And I’d already lived through that, already argued about it, and made it past that.

I needed to focus on my future with this handsome man who was so damn patient with me, even when I wasn’t ...