C32 Thirty-two

“You are mine too, Brandon, my husband,” I mutter with my hands between my legs.

“Always, El, always.”

Silence descends on us, a small smile settles on my lips, I am still reeling from the fact he thinks so highly of me, that he wants me as much as I want him, maybe even more and at the sight of my card, my smile grows. I tuck it into the envelope and place it inside the pocket of my coat