His gaze keeps my hands glued to my sides, the thinly veiled emotion in his eyes sending chills to my bones. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“No,” I say. My hands move around his waist and I bury my head in his chest. “I don’t do boyfriends, I do husbands.” The chuckles die on my lips when Brandon doesn’t share in my humour and a small yelp leaves me when he retracts my arms from his body.