“I could end this,” she raised her arms around his neck. “I feel it. I just need someone on the other end to break.”
Sanford shut his eyes briefly, before revealing a very stern stare. “I don’t want you to be the one provoking that. I’d like my wife alive and well,” she giggled as he twirled her around. “Did you tell your family?”
“Yeah,” the sudden surface of the wall against her back, forced her to keep a perfect posture in her husband’s strong hold. “My mother insists on meeting you for the holidays. She thinks you’re an illusion I created.”
“Fine by me,”
Tilda laced her fingers in his dark hair. “It’s just that I’m having a difficult time telling one of my close friends.”
“Why is that?”
“She has her own opinions about marriage.” Sanford grinned.
“Well, if that’s the case I’m sure she’d understand. Marriage is a very popular ceremonial event among the entire world. Which makes her the odd one out. Don’t you think? It’s probably a personal belief.” he mused.
Tilda let out a shallow breath. “I guess.”
“I guess,” he mimicked.