VAUGHN’S POV

I grinned as Wade went into the bathroom to shower. I walked into the closet and placed his clothes by the seat and then picked up his dirty ones and put them in the laundry basket. His temper had simmered, and it comforted me that he would not let anything come between us. 

It was the assurance that I needed after I lay on the bed calmly, deep in thought. I was glad when he walked into the bedroom. 

“What are you smiling about?” ...