On our wedding night

His gaze shifted from her beautiful face to the white blouse she wore, which clung temptingly to her curves.,John, I was just trying to explain that I only borrowed his shirt.,His eyes guarded as he met the man's gaze, his own a pool of cool indifference. His voice held an unreadable tension, "You don't have to force yourself," he said, though there was a hint of accusation in his tone.。