My Husband's Best Friend: Thanksgiving

“What are you doing here?” I asked when I opened the door Thanksgiving Day and saw Damian at my front door.

He looked down at me and smirked. His eyes sparkled with sadistic amusement. “Your husband invited me to dinner.” Damian handed me a bottle of wine and kissed my cheek before letting himself inside. “Now close your mouth, before I’m tempted to use it.”