i. Jennifer was his goddess.
She glowed in her white dress, the gems sparkling along her collar accentuating her elegant neck.
With her hair pulled back, the emphasis was on her eyes, boundless and bright and god. Jonathan’s hands itched to take down her hair, to wrap the strands around his fingers and bend her back to feast on her throat.
He settled for pulling her close to steal a kiss.
She would outshine even the pharaohs at this shindig. The envy of every woman and the desire of every man.
And he would be the one to bring her home.
ii. Perhaps the cufflinks were a little much. Although on Jonathan, they would look as stylish as anything. He just had that way about him.
She didn’t want to smudge her makeup, and she would chastise him severely if he mussed her hair. Even so, she stepped into his arms for a kiss. He was devilishly handsome in his tux and when he gave her that silly line about neglecting her studies…
Max’s interruption was as timely as ever and she had to chuckle as she stepped out of her husband’s arms.
She’d let him muss her all he wanted… later.
