Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Leanne had always been the reserved type who kept her cards close to her chest, let alone wear her heart on her sleeve.

So, whenever she did open up, it was like she had a direct line to Curtis' heart, sending tremors through him with the slightest whisper of affection.

He gripped her by the nape of the neck, his kiss fierce, almost savage, as he ground against her lips, breaking past her defenses, stirring her breaths into a frenzy.

Leanne held his shoulders, her blouse undone, not by fingers but by the teeth. Curtis lifted her, her skirt fanning over her perch, revealing her pale, delicate legs on either side.

Summer was in full bloom in the yard, with hydrangeas bursting in pink and white, their living room awash with her ragged breaths and soft, kitten-like mewls.

Like a ship steadied by the big guy and sure hands of a sailor in the tempest, they navigated the storm together.

With her head tilted back, a flush spread under her skin, Curtis watched over her, his gaze darker than the night sky.

her elegant neck, his touch slippery as milk, his emotions a flood threatening to breach its banks. His voice was hoarse, caught in the absurd

that very misstep taught him what he couldn't stand to lose. "That's so good," he whispered, holding Leanne close, his love for her pulsing through

in her eyes as she clung to

dawn

silenced her alarm and buried

lazily resisted until he playfully pinched her nose. When gasping for air, Leanne instinctively opened

Dr. Castillo," Curtis teased, pressing a kiss to

words "Dr. Castillo" reignited Leanne's professional dedication,

two

a mark on her neck, she dabbed at it with

a turtleneck in this heat? Aren't

run cold," Leanne

torso gets cold, but