She looked like a petty, jealous wife, but Seth Quinn was secretly delighted.
A smile glinted in Seth Quinn's eyes, but his tone was solemn and earnest. "I've told you before, I never really had any fantasies about women before I met you—and that includes Autumn Shelby. Even after she became my fiancée, we never crossed any lines.
The people around me even started to think I had some sort of psychological or physical problem. But I knew I was fine; I just couldn't muster any interest in women. Not until I met you."
At this, Seth Quinn shrugged. "Perhaps it was my indifference that made her feel so insecure."
He held out his hands, examining the palms and then the backs. "As for the most intimate we ever got... I suppose it was holding hands."
And what's more, it was always Autumn Shelby who initiated it.
