But one kiss wasn't enough...
Then he wrapped his arms around her waist again, pressing his lips to her cheek. He smiled, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction. "Having a wife is the best," he said. "I have someone to help me get dressed, cook for me, feed me, and wipe my mouth... so many things. A lot of the women at my company can't do any of this. It makes me realize how lucky I am. My wife is so good to me."
Annabelle Linton was naturally aloof and had always been averse to physical contact.
She preferred to sleep alone. If someone was in bed with her, she would keep her distance, her back turned to them.
But Leona Grant would always scoot closer and wrap his arms around her from behind. Other times, he'd have her lie in his arms, holding her tightly as they slept every night.
At first, Annabelle Linton could never get used to it... but Leona Grant had forced her to get used to it.
