All his

Mrs.

Harley Finley

*One Year Later*

I was wrapped in the bedsheets. The soft, silk sheets that molded to my body, holding me and caressing me when Colten had decided to leave me.

What was he thinking? Why would he want to be anywhere but in the bliss?

My nose lifted into the air, sniffing the delicious smell of bacon.

I followed it, naked. Not caring to put clothes on, just like the last week of being in the tropics.

Colten was standing over the stove with the same idea. Though, he probably regret it.

"Ow! Fuck!" He seethed, jumping from the oily pan with a hand covering his pelvis.

"Don't burn your dick. You know it's one of my favorite things on you." I smiled as I placed a hand to his muscular back.

His face hardened as he looked at me. I had expected to hear a sarcastic remark or even a sexy chuckle when he stared at my naked body. But instead he ignored me and started plating our food.

"Let's sit on the porch so we could talk." He lowly spoke. My stomach curdled like milk on a ho