"I just don't... I don't want either of you to think I-I'm expecting to... know that this isn't a real marriage. So-so if you two would rather be alone-"

Quentin squeezed her waist, and Ryan grabbed her feet.

"Nyrissa, we are right where we want to be. YOU are right where we want you to be. Tonight, I don't want you to worry about anything. For tonight, let's just pretend that we are any other normal married people. Do you think you can do that?" Ryan asked softly. ...