Chapter Twenty Five

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Manhattan, New York

Alessandra

I opened the door with a little more flourish than was probably necessary but I did not let that make me falter, especially when my husband and I's eyes met as he paused his journey towards this same room. I was caught off guard not only because of what would have been a disaster if I had faltered in my decision to make the first move but also the fact that he looked incredibly different now.

His shoes, socks and coat were gone, his shirt was fully unbuttoned as were his slacks that hung deliciously off the Apollo V that framed his muscular physique oh so perfectly. His hair was mussed up, looking messy but in the sexiest way imaginable.

There was something about the way he looked so...domestic that did not fail to make my heart skip a whole damn beat, my mouth dry and my eyes fixate just on him even though he seemed to be doing the exact same thing.

He doesn't look like the put together Made Man that he seems to always be. He looks almost...nor