The Hot Wife Abroad < Free Forever >

“Hot?” she asked, a little daring.

Leo’s scooter weaved through the canals, Mira’s arms wrapped around his waist. At the market, he bargained for silk scarves, fed her khao niew moon from a banana leaf, and taught her how to tell a real lotus flower from a fake one. He didn’t try to kiss her. He didn’t have to. The day was a slow, exquisite burn of tension and laughter. the hot wife abroad

Dan looked up, surprised. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Actually. Yeah.” “Hot

“Not alone,” he said, a strange, quiet smile on his face. “I saw Leo’s scooter outside. He mentioned he was going that way.” “Hot?” she asked