Chapter twenty-four

Getting to her room, he paused. Something told him to knock. But on a second thought, he pulled open the door. She was his wife afterall, he decided. The lights were still on, he noticed as he walked in. He paused at the entrance as he saw her. She was sitting up on the bed which was directly opposite where he stood, her back resting on the headrest, from her waist downwards, was covered in a pink flowery duvet. She was wearing a light blue silk strap hand singlet. Her hair was long and flowing, brushed and styled straight, lying on her chest, calling his attention there. He obliged the call, taking his eyes there immediately. Her boobs were looking fuller, standing and perkier, obviously because she was wearing no bra. Feeding his eyes enough, he took his gaze up to her face. She was looking at him as if she had been expecting him. As if she had been praying for him to come in and couldn't believe her prayers has been answered. Her eyes weren't looking sleepy in any way, telling him s