Sophia’s POV

My husband’s too smart; he reads people like an open book, and I’m the easiest to read. I don’t want to lie to him. But I push a smile and shake my head.

His left brow jumps, showing his doubt and surprise as he locks my gaze in place. Still catching my breath, I shut my eyes, move into him, and bury my face in his neck, pressing a kiss on his soft, nice-smelling skin.

A chuckle floats from his mouth as he rests his chin on my head. He pulls me close, slowly stroking my ...