Olivia

"I am being honest. Yes, I've bought things for women before. No, it didn't mean anything. And no, I don't make a habit of parading random women through expensive lingerie stores." His hand found my waist. "But you're not random. You're my wife."

"Your wife who you dragged to a shop where the staff remembers your preferences in exposing underwear."

"My wife who looks fucking incredible and deserves beautiful things." His thumb traced circles on my ...