Cecelia asked quietly. Antony hummed under his breath, wrapping his arm around his wife’s lower back as she stretched over his body under the blanket. Their makeshift bed on the floor wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it worked. “Together, you mean?” “In love,” she replied. “Yes. I can’t think of a time when I haven’t been in love with you.” Cecelia cleared her throat, refusing to meet his gaze as she asked, “Never?” “Nope. Not since I met you, anyway.” “So, there’s never been someone else for you?” Antony didn’t understand what his wife was asking. “I was with other women before you, but you knew that.” “No, I mean … after we—” “Cecelia! What the hell?” His wife hid her face from his view, but Antony could practically feel her cheeks burning red.
