22

Leonidas quietly stood beside the bed staring down at November, his wife. The dimness of the room with the waves of the sea were the only sounds between them but the room is filled with tension, it was the kind of tension that makes one think of passion and love.

November undid the remaining buttons then spread her hands over his chest, absorbing the warmth of his body and the feel of his heart hammering beneath her palm. She pushed the fabric out of the way, and his shirt fluttered to the floor. Splaying her palms on his chest, she caressed those gorgeous pecs, then his lean muscled shoulders, biceps, and forearms.

Her finger nails dragged across the lines of his tattoos.